Prosetry Fragments
Prosetry Fragments
Sun kissed morning
canopy of trees over the walking path
with so many different coloured leafs
the sound of bird songs overhead
lapping waves of the lake
a gentle breeze to caress my face
yet home calls my name
…till next year
…till next year
pink myrtle blossoms
gently waving in the breeze
a change of seasons
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May 17, 2016 at 8:38 am
Love it
May 17, 2016 at 8:43 am
John, Thank You !
May 18, 2016 at 10:14 am
I love this poem. Reading it is like awakening to a new start
May 18, 2016 at 10:38 am
Thank You!