Thursday, 11 October 2012

A Poem...by me!



Cracky dry leaves fall from the trees in vibrant colours of orange, green, and yellow on the dry tufts of grass, as a gentle cool breeze whistles in the hollow silence. Birds fly about chirping; their voices muffled by the buzz of the distant busy highway. The crispy air smells of pine, as the heat from the golden sun in the bright blue sky touches the earth.






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