2 Short Poems That I've Written

Summer Rain

4th of July under tents and umbrellas to watch the drops from the sky
Kids stand in amazement as the elders smile in their daze.
She remembers that beautiful Summer Day




Squeezing Sand

Squeezing Sand is how I felt when I lost you
As if every grain slipped from my closing grip
I guess love lost is like Squeezing Sand

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