I wrote some poems because I got inspiration from places I went.
-Leah
Leaves
When leaves drift down
With the wind
They remind me
of balloons.
They carpet the ground
As I walk.
They crunch and
Crinkle under
My feet like tin foil.

Deep Dark Hole
Shadows flitting here and there.
Black nooks,
Haunted corners,
Empty hallways,
Curtains drawn.
Clouds of dust choke
spindly legged spiders.
-Leah
Leaves
When leaves drift down
With the wind
They remind me
of balloons.
They carpet the ground
As I walk.
They crunch and
Crinkle under
My feet like tin foil.

Deep Dark Hole
Shadows flitting here and there.
Black nooks,
Haunted corners,
Empty hallways,
Curtains drawn.
Clouds of dust choke
spindly legged spiders.
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