Nights Of Cold Days

Nights Of Cold Days prose poem

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As lovely as the bright night
the trees filled with glimmer as they tremble
with tears dripping from their limbs.

Glaring in a distance at the pole wires busy with droplets
trying to make their way to safety as if scared
of the cries filling the gloomy skies.

Silent yet still noisy with cries that want to make them self known
to whatever listening,
cries filled with sorrow, the land rejoices as the cries gets louder
filling their mouths and crops with each drop but little do they know
that the cries are that of sorrow and not of joy.

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I am 18 years of age I've always had a strong feeling when it comes to poetry i could understand poems that give strong imagery but I've never wrote a poem in my entire life until about 4 days ago called "Nights of cold Days" i was told it was good so i decided to publish it, I'll be trying my best to improve.
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