Jessica Shek

Rookie - 0 Points [BurningApples]

Us Gardeners

Shards of rain slicing,
enticing me to go inside,
when I'm far from that warm place.

The wind grabs Harry from my slippery hands, Harry,
my umbrella whose broken at the tip.
Oh, not him, wind!
Why did you choose him to take? !

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