After birth, it didn't take long for me to fall in love with poetry. I never considered myself a poet, and I still don't. I love to write, but, my works aren't nearly good enough to be considered great, or even good. But, I love reading other's poetry, and I always see the best in all forms. I also love to write reviews, or just tell people my thoughts on their poetry.
The fresh smell of rain,
So thick, and so sweet,
I feel the rain on my face,
And the wind on my skin,
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When they said love was beautiful,
I didn’t know they meant this.
Tests occur daily in this class,
But, we seem to be passing.
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The earth turns,
The world wakes,
The dew shines,
Ever-changing is life,
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As the sun rises, I feel my heart lift,
At the end of the night, the sorrow has left.
Hundreds of days, every one amazing,
Leaving those deep in soul, full of feeling.
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The world turns slowly,
Time comes to a stop,
The rain hangs in midair,
Not a single plop.
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