The Mermaid Read Count : 38

Category : Poems

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Through the woods I must shall go. Through snow or sleet I shall not slow. Through the river I will row. To meet the maiden, there she blow. 

With a flick of her tail you hear a clash. But don't worry, she's lonely and wants to have a bash. With sudden movements she'll be gone in a flash. Every time she leaves my heart and head crash 

I feel so empty when she is gone. I feel she knows it, and I'm just a pawn. Although no matter who I see or meet, no one can beat my very own black swan.

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