It comes to me
like a cold blanket;
it warms my heart,
yet leaves me so tart.
It blows against the golen grass
of September and flies up
to meet the birds up high;
it gives me a comforting lie.
The leaves come and they go,
falling with the rising wind
and I know that soon
every wind will blow everything into their cacoon.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PuisiPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
