Poetry

I rush out in the garden with a smile on my face,

Stroking the beautiful flowers with petals as soft as lace,

A swift refreshing breeze gushes by 

Reviving my bitters spirit as i lie ;

a whiff of perfume and ring 

I sit beside the rippling waters and feel like a king

Swarms of flies soar high and low,

A bird rings blithely on a budding bough;

I can hear the wind singing me 

It is a thingh that i can feel but cannot see…..

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