My First Poem
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A soft summer wind Blowing by me constantly An unchanged peace A masked gray murmur The Sun has gone now, rain falls She is calling me
A lot of what people "need"Is a person,That's love;Is an item,That's greed;Neither are for me.I don't "need" anyone,I don't need any single item.What I need is much simpler.All I need
SeptemberOne year ago I looked at you and sa
Trees, Oceans, Desserts, Mountains. Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring. Rain, Sun, Snow, Sleet All combine singing to me. The Deer that crosses my path in search of hope.