The forestry of blues,
Comes to our mind.
When the sun sets down,
and your mind gets wined.
The trees go wild and the climbers go to dine.
The red carpet grows and wineds till all mine.
The 50ft tall see's it till noon and the crows and sparrows whisper it all afternoon.
The efforts done are efforts praised,
The non-stop quacking of duchess fails.
The wiggly - woggly attention needed to be seen ,
It's nothing serious and has not been.
The self made heights are all in need .
Takes a heart to make that indeed.
--VS
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PoesíaWrote some poems to lift up the spirits ....hope you like it and let's keep up the good work!!...gotta do what we gotta do!!😌😌 (Hope you might feel even the least bit better) Will update every chance I get!!💗💗
