Thanks but I noticed it is still full of errors. Sigh. That's what you get when you let it burst out of your mind.
EDit:
This time a happier poem:
spring
The trees are dancing,
the birds are rejoicing,
while the man who looks trough the window,
when the grass plays in the wind
and the dew drops smile to the sun,
is shining and jubilating.
Cause this morning the first leaves have
awoken.
Okay enough happyness. For a whole week.
Eyes.
Eyes can tell long endless stories,
eyes can even catch your dreams.
Tough never look into the eyes you love,
they will catch you, fill you,
warm you, make you.
One day,
perhaps tomorrow, perhaps after years,
but they will,
yes they will,
scream,
so hard, oh so hard,
your eyes will not speak ever again.
EDit2: I hate spelling, lol.
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