Seas and Trees - Tb
Slow blowing breeze
'Mid the trees where
Birds cease to move;
I feel bone chill
In the stillness
That's killing me;
Come, walk with me
Near the sea side
And free my mind.
02/01/19
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2019
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