21. The Breeze
The breeze that brushed across the grass
Sang a song of days long passed
Of mighty mountains and caves of gold
Of hidden secrets and tales of old
The breeze that brushed across the grass
Sang a song of days long passed
Of mighty mountains and caves of gold
Of hidden secrets and tales of old
Ebony,
I just randomly found your page and read every poem because each one was so extraordinarily good. We have almost the exact same style of writing, and I like that you write about...
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Empty net being taken away,
hauled in upon the boat in the bay,
no fish left in the waters they say.
Beautiful day.
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