A Collection of Short Poems
Wind loops through the rain.
Dark, grey, cloudy silence.
No more rocks, worms, and twisted corners to battle with.
The sky will be blue from another angle.
It falls, soft and gentle, like Seattle.
On the leaves, a bright tropical glimmer.
The city lays beneath its cloak
Left the house on a sunny Saturday morning.
Light breeze, slow pace.
Drums in the park and reason-less laughing.
Hawk flying with wings as mighty as a cape.
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