Solar, the breeze,
passed through me,
swept my feet,
under the trees,
Cacophonous sounds fluttered the wind chimes,
Caterpillars, dandelions, and pollen pop up,
brushing against the soles of my feet
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Poems
PoetryPoems-shots that stem from ideas. *Purpose of this is to also improve my writing & generate future ideas
