From the treetops, comes the sun
And below the folk do freely run
'till the freezing winter doth come
And the colds snows begin to numb
But for now, the spring
Their voices ring
To danc and play
'till the suns final golden ray
The little folk singing, happily and free
The little folk hiding 'neith root and oaken tree
Oblivious to truths and perils
Calmly singing their happy carols
To breath the air
And see lands fair
Is their desire
These folk that ne'er tire
Author notes
Im new and this is my first poem here, My english teacher liked but i think its kind of iffy, he told me too write something happier, which is not my style, dark stuff is soo much more interestin
Constructive criticism is always gooood
Comments
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I like you wite here. I know what you mean about writing something you never did. It really great though.
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WELCOME TO ALLPOETRY!
I liked it. I am playing warcraft at the moment and it really fits with my mood.
Welcome to the site and feel free to ask any questions.
Despair
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A magical write.
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Thanks
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