Trush Poems - Poems about Trush

...Living a quite life is better than the bustling city life, there's no rush to catch a coffee, a cab, a bus, or train; all noises fade out: patches of blue show a flapping Kite... that crosses the ......

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...It was many years ago I bought a music box The top had two birds Wand up- it played a tune That meant a lot to me We packed for a move Two immature teens Tired they rested In their carel......

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...The wind moves It moves in many ways How it moves Like exotic scents of purple lavender wafting 'neath a harvest sun and the rise of sour yeast inside a fresh baked currant......

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...My friend the thrush with speckled throat he sits in a cave in the bush that grows just outside my window. This is the room that I work in Surrounded by my computers He has come this day of my gloom......

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...As I walk though this world Nothing much to say I try to find My place to play Listen closely Open your eye Show Im alive again Make my feel this way My mind is yours I trush your game ......

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