poems

poem number 1

I seem to fall deep,
With each tear I weep,
I will try to wash my hands,
Of this secret I have to keep.

poem number 2

The wind shall blow,
The river will flow,
The weather gets worse,
For a reason no one could know.

poem number 3

There is quite a fright,
About the candles alight,
There is a bright glow,
In the candles below.