I heard you outside of my window;
Your voice so soft and sweet.
You whispered tales of Dreamland,
Of both what we could play and eat.
You sang me a sweet lullaby,
And my eyes began to close.
And then I fell asleep,
Until the morning sun arose.
I heard you outside of my window;
I dared not step outside.
You argued with the storm,
That he would hush and quiet down.
He fiercely argued back,
Until I heard that you had won.
Then your voice began to hush,
And up came the cheerful sun.
I heard you outside of my window;
You laughed and gently played.
And then I decided to join you,
So together outside we stayed.
We played until you had to leave,
Until you had to say goodnight.
And now this time, I'll sing for you.
"Good night, dear rain, good night."
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PoésieJust some random poems and whatevers that I've written. Honestly don't expect much reads, but writing gives me a sense of peace and comfort. Also, please don't take any of these or use them in any books or anything unless you ask permission.
