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0 ReviewsAnother poem. Also written in sixth grade. Like most of my stuff.
I look out my window.
I see the rain.
It pours down, down, down,
Like the tears I've shed over you.
I look out my window.
I see the clouds.
The sky is dark, dark, dark,
Like the dark, sad thoughts rolling through my mind.
I look out my window.
I see the homeless man.
He cries for help, help, help.
Like him, my love may never find a home.
I look out my window.
I see the trees.
They are bare, bare, bare,
Like the field I walk through, crying for a deliverer.
I look out my window.
I see the sunlight.
It gives me hope, hope, hope,
That things can go back to the way they were.
I see the rain.
It pours down, down, down,
Like the tears I've shed over you.
I look out my window.
I see the clouds.
The sky is dark, dark, dark,
Like the dark, sad thoughts rolling through my mind.
I look out my window.
I see the homeless man.
He cries for help, help, help.
Like him, my love may never find a home.
I look out my window.
I see the trees.
They are bare, bare, bare,
Like the field I walk through, crying for a deliverer.
I look out my window.
I see the sunlight.
It gives me hope, hope, hope,
That things can go back to the way they were.
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