Oh, the sweet, tenderness cry
From the heavens above
Or,for the pitter-patter feet
Dancing along roof-tops
Every single drop
Smells so sweet
All dancing to the same beat
As thunderous drums rumble
In till they go in a deep slumber
Bringing the calming music
To the end in till next time
Or it might trick
And hop right out with a huge clash
Then a bright flash
Settling down
Into the similar rhythm
Of rat-a -tat-tat
Slowly disappearing into
Happy thoughts
And dreams
In till...
Next time
For the heavens above
Will sing and play their
Song again, next time...
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poetry
Poëzieshort pomes that i make. Most of these make you think about that subject. All of them are decently short.I hope you enjoy!
