Tuesday, 29 April 2014
The grey clouds hang in the sky like many balloons.
The cool wind races across my face.
My feet drag across the soggy, brown hills.
The brown leaves blaze across the wet fields.
As tears of rain drop onto my face.
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31 August 2014 at 22:11
I like your poem. Great writing, from Aunty Helen
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