1. Scorching rays burn skin
The air feels thick like syrup
Chasing sweet relief
2. Wings soar through the sky
Free to fly, they never lie
Swish, swish, flap and fly
3. Weeds are just flowers
Sprouted in the wrong places
Beauty forgotten
4. Dragons and Castles
Race cars, rocket ships, and planes
All seen in the clouds
5. Always under foot
Soft and cool on a hot day
A carpet of grass
6. Sweet smells through the air
Colorful flowers entice
All passing creatures
7. Soil caking hands
Overturned earth is waiting
To nourish new life
8. Ants marching along
To sting or save it’s unknown
Please do not sting me
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Anna Grace
I write random poetry about emotions and stuff cause I can't express them. I also have a horrible dark sense of humor. Have Fun!
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