When the wind blows, the tree leaves fall
They smell of cinnamon, a beautiful fragrance to all.
When the wind blows, the young girl walks
She wanders and wanders, waiting only to think and to talk.
When the wind blows, the fireman calls
He wishes to know the smell that falls.
When the wind blows, the girl turns around
She asks one question, but not from the ground
This question's much deeper yet simple in sound.
When the wind blows, this question she asks:
"Are you happy?" she says. "Happy at last?"
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This is a poem I wrote in 10th grade for English class. It's an artistic interpretation of the book "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury.
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~Sara Wingfeather ♡
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Wonder & Mischief: A Book of Poetry
PoesíaPoetry written about my life experiences. And Poetry written about worlds far away. Life is full of WONDER. And (&) Stories are full of MISCHIEF.
