Jamie's Poetry:

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

"Changing Season" Warm sunshine on my face, a gentle breeze in the air, the question, is the wind going or coming? The season changed, I didn't. Go I long for Spring, the beginning of new life, baby birds take to flight for the first time. Flowers bloom displaying a majesty of color. Smells of... Sign in to see full entry.

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