It's little grey outside,
There is no more sun.
I'm a little sad inside,
My smile is gone.
The wind is awakening,
Trees are swinging,
My mood is changing,
I can't tell what's coming.
Rain will pour down,
Lightning will strike,
Like sitting on a spike,
Tearless pain in town.
Nature will cry,
And so will i.
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MissAhdynn
MissAhdynn
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