16 Line Rhyming Poem Written For Poetry Contest |
Winds of March have led to April, Time will not let us be I would choose some more to linger, Another year to see Thunder beckons from the hillside, Child's laughter in the breeze My heart with memories beating A pain that will not ease Storm clouds have gathered around me, I did not see them there Distracted commanding visions, My mind no longer cares Rain's pattern announces something Red haired boy sings along Feel a presence moving toward me Laced fingers ever strong... 16 lines This poem is entered in
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