February 21, 2017
By hopeful7979 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
hopeful7979 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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The wind screams, spitting blind rage. Trees shrink away, avoiding her.
She nags on. Trees shake with fear. Others with rage. One tree strikes and...
“OUCH!” I cry. My cheek bleeds tears. The mad tree missed and the wind laughed.

The author's comments:

This is a Sijo, which is a form of Korean poetry

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