Persuasion

May 10, 2016

The scent of honey fills the air,

as the soft breeze caresses my hair.

The sunshine bids me to wake,

and my notebook paper is spread apart by the wind.

Earth speaks, but I am just a mere admirer;

prompting me to record its beauty forever through words.

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