Nature's Tears
Silent streams and drops
chase after the window sill
and fall through the cracks.
While the children play
hopscotch and slippery tag in
the muddy terrain.
Through the pouring rain
the voice calls for an end
compelling them in.
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The Surge
PoetrySo I know that I have not posted in quite sometime; school has really been time consuming. Anyway I took a Poetry Class this semester. Here are some of the pieces I did. Tell me what you think.
