the yellowing leaves
as the wind hits its crackling sound
the pure drops of rain
as it hits the ground
beautiful things
and its beautiful sound
like the beating of my heart
when it is you i have found.
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12 am » poetry
Poetryit's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
sound
the yellowing leaves
as the wind hits its crackling sound
the pure drops of rain
as it hits the ground
beautiful things
and its beautiful sound
like the beating of my heart
when it is you i have found.