Plants grow and make an impression
But still they wither
Lightning lights up the sky in the darkness
But illuminate temporarily
Weeping in great disdain seeking shelter from the storm
The piled pages were torn and drenched
Lights were low and the sounds of nature grow
Bereaving the seared leaves that fades in sorrow
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Poems and Randoms
ПоэзияI write poems because of school activities, when I'm bored, when I'm lonely, when I contemplate, when I wander through the four corners of the house, etc. There are also random thoughts I write in here.
