Rooted to their spots
Swaying merrily in the wind
Why does the wind sing?
Rooted to their spots
Swaying merrily in the wind
Why does the wind sing?
I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words And through this screen across the virtual world View more posts
My Tales Within
Lovely poem.
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Captivating. An approaching storm has a strange effect on me.
It evokes both interest and a pinch of anxiety. Danger in beauty – rose and thorn.
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The trees are oblivious to the storm. They just dance 😊
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