Summer's BreezeA Poem by Tree Bark
Blowing in the breeze, the warming summer sun,
Blowing in the breeze, winters on its run. Blowing in the breeze, the streets are clear of cars. Blowing in the breeze, it's getting cold I think we better go in. When we watched the sun go down, taking all the light. I watched you leave like a summer bird taking flight. Suddenly its here then its blowing in the breeze. © 2011 Tree BarkAuthor's Note
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