Shelly's Poetry: A Winsome Draft

Monday, September 21, 2009

A Winsome Draft

The wind cannot make up its mind, this day, which way it wants to blow. It moves the grasses' blades to and fro. The blades of green sway one way then another... say hello to gale today! The wind rushes over the blades like a rolling wave in the Atlantic or Pacific, but, its blades green with dew... Sign in to see full entry.

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