It was a great rough summer
Heated the flame of spammer
Looking through the windows
I smiled in the sight I've saw.
The golden light touched
the single thought
On what's new in this season?
The silence of the wind noon
Dancing with my fav'rite song
from the radio
I smile with the thought.
The trees seems talking
And waving their heads to the wind
Their feet touching the flamed ground
Do they like summer?
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"How I love summer in my province and school vacation!"
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Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
