It might not be here tomorrow.
The light might fade
The sky might gray
Deep, dark, and hollow
It might not be here tomorrow,
Might not be bright
Might not feel right
Like aching sorrow
It might not be here tomorrow,
The blue, blinding sky
Or the soft, subtle shine,
Or something new
Like the morning dew
will follow.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
