Here is my poem
South of Sorrow
the sun crashes down to the southern areas
leaving us with blank white pages
the sky is a smeared painting
with bright and warm colors
that will soon turn gray and cold
the ocean sparkles breathtaking from a distance
that will soon turn into ice
not only is the sun moving southword
but the birds are too
leaving us with just shivering
cold
sweet gossipgurl heart
hope u enjoyed my first poem
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