The Unique in Her Eye
Nieve Nelson-Fuellbeck
The are so many tales that appeal, but to me
This one is different, so you shall see
It starts in a place in a far away land
Of tall bushy trees and bright golden sand
The sky is not blue, it’s a bright yellow hue
I wake in the morning to the cool summer dew
There is a young girl, who lives in this place
With something unique that lies on her face
A hidden small dot, in the blue of her eye
It’s really not bad, it will not make her cry
A yellowy speck, that makes her unique
It glows in the light and shows her mystique
In truth this young girl is not of a story
It’s one of a kind; an al of a gory!
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