Stormy World, Wind was thin whisper, drowned in the rain:
A little girl ran away from her family on a rainy Sunday. She ran to the forrest trying to get away from the stormy world she lived in. She was crying but no one heard her. Or maybe they weren't listening. She threw herself on the ground, hopeless and heartbroken. She didn't want to be in this world anymore. As she was laying on the ground she listened. The wind was a thin whisper, the trees seemed to sing to her. She felt like she was in heaven. The police found her next morning. The little girl had drowned in the rain.
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wow thats cool you went into it alot more then i did and i love your imgery it is a beautiful poem
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ReplyDeleteVery cool. I agree with Jillian about the imagery!!! You did a great job using the lines given to you by the word generator. I'd change the format from paragaph to poetic stanza and keep this one. Very striking!!!
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