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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To hold you in my arms, Your head upon my chest, My heart and mind combined, As I stare into those eyes, Not conscious of time, As the world...
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