BreazA Poem by Jeanette TaalJust a day
Hear the rustle of the leaves ,humming traffic purrs on by the grayness hangs in the sky oh how the sun trys peeping out form charlk clouds yet i feal rain in the air its not falling its just hanging there, mighty trees with new colour to there leaves sway oh so gently in Aurtums breaz as my dusky day falls away in to a star filed midnight.
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Added on September 27, 2017 Last Updated on September 27, 2017 AuthorJeanette TaalUnited KingdomAboutBeing me is all I can be so love it or hate it its all good ,love and light more..Writing
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