Poem -
Midnight Rain
Clear skies, dark skies
Who above is forced to cry?
Blue moon, no moon
I know it will appear so soon
Car beams, bad dreams
How can nature be so mean
Sleeping boys, soft noise
It may be one of Theo's toys
Cannot sleep, what's the matter?
Pitter patter,
Pitter patter.
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Comments
Good poem Shannon, welcome to cosmofunnel.
Good poem and nice to see some fellow Irish here too