Warrior You Are Young
When I think of a warrior, I think of a young male carrier.
One who is off to fight, he will make it alright.
Not one with silk hands, but one made of sand.
Not one of rose kisses, that could be so delicious.
Maybe my warrior is really a prince, please do not ask for the evidence.
Date Written: 7/7/2020
3 Place Warrior Contest Judged:7/14/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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