The wind roaring outside my window
As I sit quietly safe inside
This horrible, black weather
Makes me want to run and hide
The big, black storm of fears
Comes fast over me
I run to hide
But it takes away that need
The need the helps me
Know everything's gonna be alright
But this time it's not
I can't hold in all this fright
Breaking down
Becoming nothing I know
As I fall
The storm will go
(Winter 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
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I would like to translate this poem
your poems amaze me, seriously. you're a great writer, especially for an 11 year old. that just shows that anyone can express how they feel.: ] great job!