Getting Ready Poem by Daryl Cecile

Getting Ready



Sun goes to sleep behind clouds.
Everyone wakes up for the night.
Music turned up so Loud.
No one stays to see the twilight.

So fast and cold it falls the snow.
Surrounding slowly, the winter grows.
Energy slowly going low.
The night mysterious, no one knows.

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