Day Twelve of NaPoWriMo:
Quiet boy, six feet small
not yet has reached his mark.
Wispy hair of neat red locks
put up nicely without a care.
Blue eyes clear as the sky
oblivious to his greatness.
Welcoming smile of kindness
reflects his inner being.
To his own standards, he
isn't good enough, not
smart enough, not tough enough
for his own mind tells him so.
She sees greatness and potential
capabilities beyond belief. Worth
behind it all. With all efforts to make it
known, all she gets is grief.
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