Raindrops fall
Like our tears
Words we scrawl
Through the years
The sky turns black
And waters rush
Day not brought back
By nighttime's hush
The sun returns
With fiery light
Now daytime burns
Our creek is bright
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
