Belle (Poem)

I don’t really know what the message or meaning of this poem I wrote is but I thought it sounded kind of pretty so..


once there was a fairy named Belle

she stood at the seashore

looking at a seashell

and then she went looking for more

 

next to the frothy waves she found the dress

of the fairy who came before her

and here she laid down to rest

her memories fading as the waves churned


Cover photo from Canva.

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