The WindThe Wind rustles

January 29, 2013

The Wind The Wind rustles in the trees It goes through the house into my bedroom There I lay warm and cozy under the covers I bring a book outside and read to the Wind He is calm and quiet He is my best friend The Wind

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poetryhorseJan 29, 2013

I wrote this poem a while ago. It was one of the first things that made me want to write.