Like a cloud swimming in the sky,
bumping into another,
forming thunder.
Falling down like rain,
being burden on all.
All call it trouble,
the droplets that fall.
Some like it though,
the ones that have the power to adore
the tiniest gifts of lord.
They haven't studied an unknown lore,
they weren't gifted more,
they merely used what they were granted more.
Life is not so sour.
~ A.S
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Edit- I wrote and published this when I was 11. If it's cringy to u then sorry.
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PoetryA collection of poems from the journal of a pre-teen, living on planet earth, wishing for things to be perfect. "What defines us is how well we rise after falling." ~Unknown Also don't copy my work, I am not asking you to do this, it's...
