Fearing the air
Will send a tremendous blow.
Hushing of the waters
Whilst the boat's row.
Sizzling of the leaves
Shouting my name.
Tipping of the mountains
Which'll never be the same.
Banishing the smoke
To which it hikes up.
Drifting of the clouds
Blanketing the blue.
Our home exudes the whiff
Of the pleasant gust.
Humming of yours;
Humbly I trust.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
