Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Wednesday, November 12 - The Haunted House

 
At night she cries.
Made from clouds,
she haunts the family.
No one knows her,
or why she does it,
but she does.
 She's takes their loved ones.
At daybreak she disappears.
Leaving no sign,
but death.

3 comments:

  1. The idea was very solid. I would have enjoyed the poem more if it was slightly longer.

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  2. I agree it could have been a little longer, but I love the pattern you wrote this in and the word choice. Great job Han!

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  3. I agree also, I love the word choice, it described it very well. Good job!

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