Poetry Night.
Brown-eyed girl full of wonder

On that night, sat behind like the others.

She listened to words fall out

of artists’ mouth like dew drops.
Brown-eyed girl full of curiosity

sat amazed at the far end

listening, admiring, dreaming, inspired

by the crowd’s silence in anticipation for every poet.
Brown-eyed girl full of words inside

sat there awe-struck and all

Yet all I could do for the brown-eyed girl

was write a poem to help her remember.

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