Drip, plip, plop,
Tiny rain drop.Splish, splash, crash,
The sky turns ash.Beautiful skies,
But she cries,Singing me a sad song,
All the day long.Splishes, splashes, plops,
Army of rain drops.Clear the sky,
So she smiles wide.Beautiful pink blush,
Golden eyes.Her smile a beam,
She starts to dream.A lyrical/alliteration poem
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Poems for the Soul
PoetryAn original poem anthology with several different types of poems including haiku, Cinquain, free verse and more