Friday, 27 February 2015

The Summer Breeze

The birds chirping and cicadas talking.
The sky was blue.
The smell of the air blowing past me.

By Katherine


1 comment:

  1. Gorgeous poem Katherine! Lovely choice of vocabulary. Nicola

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