As I wait
I close my eyes
and listen to the sweet sounds
When all have yet to awake
In the mornings glory
The birds sing
an ever-changing tune
Their sinfully beautiful symphony
Music to my ears
A car passes
the orchestra stops
the tunes fading into silence
And still here I wait
Among the oblivious
That do not hear
the sweetness that resides in the trees
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Poetry
PoetryA whole lot of poems that I've written in the past couple of years. They're really just my way of expressing any emotions or feelings I get not all of them are true though so... yeah sometimes I just write to try to relate to different things. I hop...
