Zephyr
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"She stands in tattered green, tossing her jeweled leaves to the zephyr wind."
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It began with a gentle zephyr breeze,
like nature exhaling;
causing fluttering forest trees,
then, came wailing.
The zephyr breeze became a wild whirlwind,
the birds floating, drifting;
the leaves swirling in the cool wind,
spinning and lifting.
Oh, what a tempest of winds from the north,
then, nature's breathing slowed;
forest trees ceased the back and forth,
soft gusts flowed.
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December 19, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Zephyr
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1509-868-19
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Example for my Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
which is also my new created form. See contest description for details.
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