The wind rushes us to the river
With laughing, hair whipping, twirling and swirling,
Childhood clouds race us
To our river where.....
- Authors: alison.westcoast
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- Finished: November 2nd, 2022 16:30
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- Comment from author about the poem: Free verse
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