The clouds are my mountains
The sun, a warm neighbour
The cool breeze, my silent wishes
The birds flying high, my hope
The growing treetops, my dreams
The harsh wind, trees break
The thunder, my anger
The hail, my bitterness
The rain, my sadness
The rainbow, my realization
That everything will be okay
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Stupid Poems I Wrote
PoetryThe title really explains everything. These are just some stupid poems I wrote.