I feel like a kite when the wind blows my hair.
I feel like i'm swimming when the water hits my leg.
I dream nothing but fairytales when I lay in my bed.
The wind sounds like a tornado wispering in my ear.
I sit by the water and write sweet love letters to my dear.
when ever I shall die i wonder who will think of me.
this wraps up my thoughts as i sit under this tree.
2 comments:
Which poem is this?
the very first poem we ever did on blogger.it's not part of the 5 poem project!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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