There are notes, floating, in the breeze
Clinging, steadfast, to the trees
Music written, for the eyes to hear
Words that sing, to those held dear
Continue reading at Night Owl Poetry
There are notes, floating, in the breeze
Clinging, steadfast, to the trees
Music written, for the eyes to hear
Words that sing, to those held dear
Continue reading at Night Owl Poetry
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Thank you for sharing, Sue!! ❤️
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