 The Poem
Dear people.
Please would you proofread my new poem.
The Poem
On the cold dreary winter days,
far away from my home,
when my soul suffers the most,
my mind moves back in time,
like in a self defence.
I am in a bright room with the open window.
The sent of jasmine wafts inside,
on the light breeze.
Trees bulge with ripe fruits.
A crow steals a walnut.
In the distance a sound of a passing train.
Wind brings marry voices
from a school playground.
Let me stay here for a while. |