You pull my hair
you rattle the branches
you make me scared
and help the birds fly
the children whom never get in trouble
for we never know they are there.
the play in the meadows
and in the rain
never dying always flying
wanting to be your friend
Drifting smells of sweet cologne
and pretty smelling perfume.
I wait for the leaves to fall when winter comes around
blowing snow around
they look like crystals falling
i can't wait for you to play
when those blizzards are coming
Bringing tsunamis to the land
destroying the villages
reeking havoc on living things
with those tornadoes.
those hurricanes the ones that killed
oh so many people
yet we love you for your fun
and our cheeks you do tingle.
idk...
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That was really cute. You have personified the wind in this write giving it such a playful character. I had never thought about it before but sometimes the wind does tug at my hair like a child yanking their fingers through it
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thanks (btw i love ur username!)
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Thanks
and yup... it's from the song lol.
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nice, normally I'm not fond of nature-esque poems but I enjoy this one, it's well written, subtle, get understandable. I like the first three lines beast, very creative.
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i liked this.. the poem poses a great idea! awesome poem
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oh wow sound like just normal children to me. Great write. I really liked this. Great imagery and word usage. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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