ALL WORKS Poetry (3)
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24 november 2011

poetry

Tango
Tango

Nature Awakes

The sun creeps over the hill,
and the silence is broken by the song birds trill.

As the golden rays highlight the trees,
they shake, and rustle with the morning breeze.

White cotton ball clouds skip across the sky,
while a hawke circles searching on high.

Each, and every morning is quite unique,
when nature awakes, and starts to speak.

Tango.

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