*This poem is not of my invention. It is an excerpt from the wonderful book, Holes, written by Louis Sachar.*
"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
"The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies."
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
Crying to the moo-oo-oon,
"If only, If only."
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شِعرI do not usually write much poetry. When I do, I'll post it here. Thank you for your support and for reading. It means a lot to me :D
