MistA Poem by EvieI hope you enjoy this poem about a poor lost cloud. Remember to Include not Exclude. xo Evie.
M I S T
Mist shrouds every home, covers every window, down the path it roams, hugging the world like a pillow. It swarms around the swingset, this little outcast cloud. It cries it's tears, so, so wet, It would go home if it were allowed. Down here it stays, a lonely beggar, until the atmosphere sucks it away, gone forever. - xo Evie
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Added on June 8, 2018Last Updated on June 8, 2018 AuthorEvieOntario, CanadaAboutHi there! I'm Evie and I'm fourteen years old. When I was eight I discovered my love for writing and ever since then I've never been able to stop. I also enjoy reading, shopping, spending time outis.. more..Writing
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