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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