ChangeA Poem by Chase
Fickle fingers flitter past
tickling each blade of grass; whooshing up and through the trees it whispers secrets to the leaves. Though this day did start with frost rays of warmth now gild the green with light of life and energy. A day like this unforseen. © 2018 Chase |
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1 Review Added on December 5, 2018 Last Updated on December 5, 2018 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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