Tapestry
The woods is where I love to roam
where nature weaves her tapestry
and every tree is a curtain in hues of green
I listen to the symphony of bird songs drifting
and find a rippling stream flowing serene on a journey-
all is beautiful yet, the solitude holds a thread of loneliness
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August 3, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Tapestry
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1275-468-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the constest, STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (17)
sponsor, Brian Strand
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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