In the black trees' outlines,
And the midnight blue sky,
The moon brightly shines,
In the distance lightning strikes.
The thunder does roll
Through the fields of corn
Past the lake, someone strode,
The one that walked through, was stuck in the storm.
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Personal Poetry
ПоэзияThis is just a book of poetry I wrote. I own all of them (unless the whole poem is in quotes, I may put a poem in there that made me inspired to write) If you can help me improve it, that would be helpful. :) I'll try to update once a week, sorry if...
