Poems from gamer23

He never gets tired of taking a deep breath And sinking in that warm spring air Smelling of morning dew and newly fallen rain.   He...
He dreams of yellow eyes  Watching him in the night Surrounded by darkness.   He cannot shoo them away Or bribe them with food  Before he...
The flowers grow But I could care less.   The birds are chirping again. But their sound is not music to my ears.   The deer are out of...
Roaring above the blooming trees yells at the animals around him.   He hasn’t heard this sound before, And he’s second guessing every step...
Rain falls on a February morning Freezing into spears before it hits the ground.   He dodges the drops among the trees As if he’s playing a...

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