Rain by Ann Wood
It is raining outside.I sit near the fire place
and writing a new poem.
The window is open and
bird song coming from the garden.
It is a rainy day and
everyone is stay at home.
I love the rain and to listening
the song of the bird in the garden.
It is a rainy day and only
birds song coming from the garden.
I stay in my room and writing a new poem.
I love when is raining.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-05-03 at 16:20
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