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 pillThe next moment I was flying in the sky
Above the mountains in the clouds up highI wandered here and there
Passing all the limits they call 'care 'I made branches swing
And the fruits giggle on the twigCircle and Circle with the swooshing sound
I had made my own Merry-go-roundBut suddenly I remembered I had to go home ,
Cause I have to complete my homework all on my ownThe wind was now alright ,
And I had to work all nightI wish the next time the wind falls ill
I won't give it a pillI 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 !