The cold wind blows
And no one knows
Where it's coming from.
It comes from below them,
It comes from above,
And it comes from all sides as well.
Why is this wind,
This cold winter storm,
Coming to punish them all?
Did someone do something
So horribly wrong
That they all must pay for this crime?
Or is it just simply
Something gone ary?
A freak of nature,
No horrible crime?
The cold wind blows
And no one knows
Where it's coming from.
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Book of Poems
PoetryJust a book of some of my poems. Rosebud was my first poem ever. Other than that I don't know the order. *************************************************************************************
