This is the first poem I ever wrote at age 14, 20 years ago.
There's a 10-letter word
Like the wind through the trees
When the rain is heard
The crashing of waves;
The pounding of seas:
A land far away as the sun is to me
Tears in the clouds drop down from the sky
Mirrors reflect it like space from up high
Universes cling to it:
The stars, the moons,
A wandering spirit
Yet, when this happens to me,
I'm the only one
Who happens to be
Lonely
There's a 10-letter word
Like the wind through the trees
When the rain is heard
The crashing of waves;
The pounding of seas:
A land far away as the sun is to me
Tears in the clouds drop down from the sky
Mirrors reflect it like space from up high
Universes cling to it:
The stars, the moons,
A wandering spirit
Yet, when this happens to me,
I'm the only one
Who happens to be
Lonely
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