Thursday, June 23, 2016

WITHOUT SIGHT by Skylar Thalhuber

The wind,
the whirling, twirling wind,
feels cool on my face, the whirling, twirling wind.
The birds,
the sweet, tweeting birds,
sound kind, the sweet, tweeting birds.
The trees,
the blooming, rustling trees,
smell calming, the blooming, rustling trees.

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