Date Poem: Wednesday, April Fourth, Two Thousand And Eighteen

Created by me with Microsoft Paint
@xstitcher (12738)
Petaluma, California
April 5, 2018 9:16pm CST
Winds blow And rain Falls; The sky is dark, and Things seem sad, but when All the storm is over, and Eventually it will be; the sun will once more shine. ┬ęStacey Uffelman 4-5-18
1 response
• United States
6 Apr
This actually lightened up my mood. I like how your poem is simple but sweet.