I tumbled past the great old oak
Caught up by the wind.
Flew by the scarlet roses
Battered to and fro.
I fell down from high up places
And zoomed towards the ground.
Then floated down
Onto murky water.
Caught up by the current.
Before I come to a
Stop.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems is trying to reach 100! I usually write in free verse (Without or with only a few rhymes) Xox
