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squirrels playing tag...
The blowing of the breeze,
Swaying the beautifully created field of flowers...
Upon the edge-wood
I ride against thunder...
Clouds sway and move with the wind, bending at its...
Moving gracefully with the flow of time...
Every evening
Birds are singing...
Rain is falling down, and the air feels cool
The storm that once was, is no more...
....Poetry is art
natural beauty is one...
Cool breeze gushing past me
Loving every moment of my journey...
O viola,
go over the grapes...
If life was a Beehive
And we all got along...
Deep blue sea in my eyes
Exquisite scenery; mirror of the sky...
I will come to gather you
And take you to my heart...