My Octaves ~
The books I like, the pictures I draw, the poems I write, the stories I tell ...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Breeze
As the yellow warbler chirps softly
In the cool morning air
As the light wind blows gently
between the trees
As the airy day fades pass slowly
with the sun
We don't mind what awaits us
Just what is Here
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