Rain the rain of poetry, Elizabeth Chettleburgh [first e reader TXT] 📗

Love in low abundency...

Love may float aroung my hart
Yet never enter in
My true love's gone through mind and hart
This love i stole from him
And though many others come and go
My hart still stays devoted
And one day my true love returns
My love and hart are reunited!


...This poem was writen for i boy I met in
costesty when i waas 10 who i had a
mega crush on.I cant remember his
name though!

Rain of love

Love will fall upon my hart
Like rain upon my head.
It drops like teardrops
On my pale face.
And soaks in like water
On a run down flower.
Yet dries so quick
In the morning sun .
And then returns
When cold air goes by.
And sticks like dew
On a blade of grass.
An apers like clouds
Above my silky hair.
A fitague girl
On a rainy day,
No umbrella
To shade her soked head.
A girl once loved
Who's love never returs,
No roof
To hide her lonelyness.

Snow falls gently..

The snow is soft and gentle on my skin
Yet can be rough, bracking through the fragile air
As it falls from the grey clouds.
Or soothing with it's coldness,
as it lands with grace
In the cold, winter air.

Sun will rise and set

The day will come to say fairwell
to the empty night's moon and stars.
And the sun will come with it,
as it geets mother nature with a smile
of yellow shining radiance.
And clouds rise, white and fluffy,
like the top of a cake in a sunny oven.
And the windows of many sparkle
in the ever-glowing sunshine,
like the water
as it trickles slowly
down the shimmering lake.
Yet at the end of every day,
the sun must set.
And in it's place
is the silver wheel in the sky,
among the many twinkeling lights
that give freedom to the blue stage.
The scenary that brings joy and happyness,
yet also coldness, and lonelyness
in the shallow night sky at midnight,
Untill the sun once again rises.

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Publication Date: 01-24-2012

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