I sat apon thy open sea,
Wandering through thy memories,
Thy memories when I was happy,
Not alone in thy field of blue.
I sat alone in thy field,
Drawing a painting not thy could see,
Of others taking things from me,
Even of thy memories.Thy sat alone apon a cloud,
Feeling cold tears falling about,
Sending a message through thy shadowing storm,
Thy grey soul casting a shadowed home.
Thy open sea gathered thy cold tears and blew them 'way,
Thy field took thy tears and wiped them off her face,
Thy sat apon thy cloud and let more tears gather....
making tears for another day...
made by: Angel johnson
day of: 2/17/2018
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Poems I Write
Short Storythis book is about the poems i write either in school or at home, no the place will not be stated but my name and date will be written