Least Read Fanfiction Poems

Clean and white like snow,
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.

While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,

Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...

A peek in the light  of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds  shaped like...

I thought I
saw Gene Hackman at a
friend's party and figured that he faked
his own death in some way. But that was before I moved
for a closer look and saw that it
really was my friend's
own uncle.