The Swing

The sweet,rustic smell of rain fills my nose

my head, my brain.

Hear my pain,my pain o little one.

 For i'm crying in the rain.

 my heart is sad and broken

 remebering the swing.

 you and i to gather

 playing inthe rain.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good write...:).....................

[Tim]

Sad, but wonderfully described and penned.

[Nishant Gupta]

good one see mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

[alexlessah]

Aww, this is sad, but very good!

[Sydney Evans]

Pretty (:

[Ashley Myers]

AWWWW that is sooo sweet!!!!!! makes my heart melt

[r]

Aww. ^^ So cute, and sad, hehe. I LOVE this poem. it's amazing.

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well, what do u think??