sheltered,
closed within,
warm welcomes her
from passing winds
she gazes at
swamp grass
bending
and ripples
of disturbed water
smoothing onto
waiting sand
blue green
pine needles
brush the breezes
into song
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Author:
shadow424 (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2021 17:49
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Comments2
Good write Shadow.
The glory of nature.
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