A Cold Night Turned Bright
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space, which has been allotted. the black light is tinged blue from the cold, but the moon washes my skin with it’s warmth, bathes me in…
thesoundofrain is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 4 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees thesoundofrain in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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