A soft touch of blowing breeze
Came to me with a great sneeze
She said "I am a little ill"
Will you take my place and give me a pill
The next moment I was flying in the sky
Above the mountains in the clouds up high
I wandered here and there
Passing all the limits they call 'care '
I made branches swing
And the fruits giggle on the twig
Circle and Circle with the swooshing sound
I had made my own Merry-go-round
But suddenly I remembered I had to go home ,
Cause I have to complete my homework all on my own
The wind was now alright ,
And I had to work all night
I wish the next time the wind falls ill
I won't give it a pill
I swear the next time cause of homework.
I won't be all night stuck .
By
Ashlesha Dubey
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Trembling Hands Wet Canvas
PoetryWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !
