Written 2/25/2008
It calls to her,
It never stops,
The pulling gets stronger.
Dont know what to do,
Should she go?
Should she stay?
She goes to her hiding spot,
her serenity,
surrounded ever green trees,
a small running creek,
and the soud of the animals.
As she thinks,
She listens to the sound of the wind blowing,
the water running,
Birds chirping,
Rain falling,
and Bees buzzing,
The rain sounds like pindrops on a hardwood surface.
She sits in the rain,
Just enjoying the falling rain on her skin,
Thinking about everything and at the same time nothing at all.
When she snaps back to reality,
The joy of the rain comes to an end.
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Blast From My Past
PoetryA Collection of Poems written in my high school years. There are several different types of poems ranging from dark to romance.
