Sunday, April 19, 2009

Poems 1

This shall be my first attempt at something.

Winds, water, and heart's delight
With Pollution, there will only be blight.
Only solution,
end the pollution.
The problem comes from Humans
from man, from homo sapiens

The wind is crying, foul!
even Harry Potter's Owl!
The water, it is stained..
We can't even begin to feel its pain

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