The blue sky hugs the line of colored trees,
The cold and strong wind from south is coming
The birds call out, And gently blows the breeze.
The smell of dry pine and hot burning leaves
Barbecues are cooked, the sun is still out
The blue sky hugs the line of colored trees.
In the morning, grass's dew begins to freeze,
Too cold for spring's hot weather gifts to sprout,
The birds call out and gently blows the breeze.
The temperature drops, making us cough
For rain is coming, but the sun is out
The blue sky hugs the line of colored trees.
Take in the beauty surrounding each one
You view this last comtemplate, but don't doubt,
The birds call out and gently blows the breeze.
Store a mental picture, silence begins
If warmth must go, how well it does go out?
The blue sky hugs the line of colored trees,
The birds call out and gently blows the breeze.
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This poem is an example of a villanelle poem, written by yours truly, me. It is actually my output in creative writing class.
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Spoken Word Poetry (Wattys 2016)
PoesiePoems and Quotes of my own || English || Tagalog This book of poems and quotes are all dedicated to my inspiration, the one and only, Edward Christopher Sheeran *Highest rank yet: #9* (07-30-17) Started: October 19, 2016 Finished: May 19...
