The rain,
Tap tap
Knocks right on my door,
Its mother nature calling
Best not ignore
The winds blow leaves down
These old bare streets,
Its mother nature calling
Do you hear her speak?
Gusts do blow,
The skys do rain,
And the trees loose their leaves
For mother natures gain
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
