Mind traces like the forset (#4)
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid down with a will.
Rain races,Ripping like wind.
Its restless rage Rattles like Rocks
ripping throughThe air.
the wind is swiffting like the sand blowing as if it was a bad snow storm.
About Me
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- My name is iesha L. i am 15 i attend harper high school. i like to write poetry, because ot's a way to express how i feel and have a chance to test my abilty. i am good at two typing and writting.i have dreams of becoming a model,hairstylist,judge or lawer. i'm best skilled at communication & promoting music.
1 comment:
In a poem with abcb rhyme scheme, the 2nd and 4th lines of every stanza rhyme. I don't see that here.
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