Date Poem: Wednesday, April Fourth, Two Thousand And Eighteen
By Stacey
@xstitcher (30309)
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.
©Stacey Uffelman 4-5-18
1 response
@faithhhyyy (322)
• United States
6 Apr 18
This actually lightened up my mood. I like how your poem is simple but sweet.
