So it is getting quite colorfull here in germany (sorry if there are spelling mistakes, im not a english person) where I life.
While I was strolling arround in the yard of our school I realized something, and I wrote a poem about it.
Swinging through the air,
Dont know where to go,
After half a year abandoned,
Nobody told them so,
On the cold, dark ground, will they ever see?
But for our litlle poor leaves,
It's their destiny,
YOU ARE READING
Just some poems
PoesieBasically, a series of poems I have mostly written during class.
