Nature's Cries
Enticing me,
the sickeningly sweet scent of the trees draws me ever nearer.
Tempting me,
like a flower waltzing in spring's fair breeze.
Calling me,
desperate for a friendly face, one to renew its grace.
Begging me,
to do something for this weeping world before it fades.
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RayGray
I used to hate poetry, but now I have a growing interest in the topic. I am trying to improve as much as possible, as I feel that it is something that may make my education easier down the road. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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