pitter patter,
the rain drops gather
a storm brews in the sky
Thousands of people and you and I
Young and awestruck
Old and wise
Everyone is effected
But some are not phased
Look up to the sky
and see the droplets gain
and disguised in that rain
are a thousand tears of pain
because what what once was transparent
was now iridescent rain.
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Late Night Poems
PoesíaThese are some of the poems that I have made usually when its late at night and I come up with them. *This book is copyright so no taking my poems*
