Poem from September

There’s a precious wall,

Especially in the fall,

It fills with the colours,

So it looks glamorous.

The sky remains blue

And kids come down with flu,

Red colour on the wall

Keeps happy them all.

The rain covers the city

“Damn, what a pity!”

Yellow colour on the wall

Keeps warm them all.

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this is one of my first poems. I was trying out some rhymes. so I wrote about something simple, what was around me.