always free.

CINQUAINS

Summer.
Vivid, warm
Away from stress
Wish I was always
Free
~BeckyOrozco

waiting.

Waiting
Rain falls, sun shines
Same thing, time after time.
So little changes, yet nothing's
the same.
~BeckyOrozco

{The elements that make these poems cinquain poems are that they are five lines long, and with the first poem the lines go from one word, to two, to three, to four, then back to one. The second poem has a specific amount of syllables in each line. 2, 4, 6, then 8.}