Pink cherry blossoms
Falling down
There’s an easterly wind
Blowing in the air
Westerly mists brewing
Something is about to begin
Magical adventures
Exploring the night scenes
On the rooftops of London
Jumping into chalk drawings
And going on carousel rides
But, when the winds change
It’s time to move on
To say ‘goodbye’
As if nothing had happened
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Author:
woodkatie28 (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2019 00:30
- Category: Family
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Comments1
A fine write Katie.
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