Dawning of a New Day
The breeze tickles the leaves
As it weaves
And dances in the sky,
So glad that it can fly.
Not pinned to the ground,
Nor lost, yet to be found,
But free,
To leap from tree to tree,
And be as it wishes to be.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoesiaAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
