Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 25
summertime thunderstorm
rock me to sleep like a baby
the pitter-patter of rain
the pitter-patter of sparrow paws
hopping from dream to dream
run, run
until you can fly
this world is made of flowers and honey
but not here, not here
there is nothing here for you
Written by
misha  20/F/under the sea
(20/F/under the sea)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems