Gusting winds,
November rain,
Then the snow,
Leaves come drifting down,
To fall on woodland floors,
Carpeting the ground in layers,
Where they fall,
The patterns are formed,
Like a mosaic art piece,
For the squirrels to explore.
Pen's Don't Lie
https://distrokid.com/videos/watch/dv-xU25UsyC6 As the first video is now released with others following which all started from writing my e...
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Lunar rays , Light the blackness of the night, Shadows dancing in the moonlight , Shooting stars , Racing through the sky, All before the br...
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The alarm woke me, From my sleep, Actually from my dream, My hand slipped from yours, Drifted we did , Now afar , As my eyes opened, To the ...
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The sea, It rose with the tide, The Sun was high in the sky, The sea, It lowered as the day came to and end, With only foot prints left in t...