Back and forth the branches go, towards the east the willows grow,
The grass is green and the desserts red, but most of it, is what I have said
The breeze is swift as the leaves blow over and into the sudden flow, the bliss full stains of the sweet yellow, that are painted on with sandal wood colours. Listening and humming to my own tune, twisting and turning in my silent room, the clouds lift and fly away leaving a rain of sunshine rays, roses are red violets a blue but the honest thing is to be true.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBumble bees and cotton candies are cool, you are a fool, smile and live happy for there's more to you. random quotes for the faint at heart, bleed or shine like a star. You are awesome mate. :)
