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Friday, June 19, 2020

Poem - I Hear


When I think of the night

I hear

Dark voices and scary waves,

Laughter bubbles up and bursts.

But only needed listening to

An adult reading

Like a quiet mouse

as the wind blows the curtain.


1 comment:

  1. Kia Ora Tavyn, I really liked your poem. You used wonderful vocabulary that really made me picture what you were writing. What do you think the purpose of poetry is?

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