This is how life goes,
this is where little kids say no.
This is when the wind whistles through the trees;
And where the frogs jump in the rain.
This is where the birds soar gracefully through the clouds;
When the lighting strikes in the night sky.
When the leaves blow through the grass;
When the snow comes flowing down.
This is how life goes.
A contest entry
- To Live ~ Or To REALLY Live by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended January 3, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Can you relate to how i feel?
Comments
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nicely done, difficult to read with the background, but well-worth the highlighting.
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