I dream to go away to a forest of colored trees
Where rain peek-a-boos toward the ground through the canopies
It falls with grace and soaks the leaves
A dragon breathe like wooshing breeze
Where the air is calm
And no one is there to blame me for mundane things like laundry...
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A Poem A Day Keeps the Brain On Vacay
PoetryThis is a collection of poems.Any and pretty much every genre.I will try to write poems everyday or a bunch in one ,but it may not always happen! Hope you enjoy! :)
