The Wind
The Wind
Billowing trees, rustling leaves,
Moving objects through its breeze.
Cold air rushing down the path,
Just a figment, of nature’s wrath!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 11/19/15
Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015
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