Dead Laugh

September 7, 2011
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Sun shines bright,
wind blows soft,
little girl runs,
her laugh does soar.

Clouds come in,
wind picks up,
little girl walks,
her laugh grows poor.

Rain falls down,
Wind races around,
little girl stops,
her laugh so sore.

Storm rages in,
Wind with no end,
little girl sits,
her laugh no more.

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Rach4Freedom said...
Jan. 31, 2013 at 10:47 am
I like this poem. :)
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