From 8th grade... I think
Rain.
It falls,
Slowly down.
Pulled to earth,
Spiraling endlessly,
Like tears from heaven.
Landing on the pleasant joys,
Turning them into sorrows.
Washing away my heartaches.
For me the rain is sweet and cool.
I love the rain, it makes me happy.
The rain makes new life grow,
And it lets me start over.
The rain is so calming.
And so beautiful.
I love it.
1 comment:
whats the word for these kind of poems... the ones that make the shape they are? its like an onomatopoeia but not really haha.
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