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Be still, and feel

This gentle breeze

That brushes by

With careful ease

And ruffles leaves

Upon their trees

And scatters far

Their fruitful seeds

Which vein the earth

To start anew

So you and I 

Can live here too!



◄ Mr Frost

It's Friday! ►


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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 19th May 2021 22:31

Thank you for the lovely comments & continued support Aviva, Julie, Keith & Ghazala! ?
And for all the Likes ??x

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Ghazala lari

Wed 19th May 2021 21:14

Thanks for this gentle reminder.

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julie callaghan

Wed 19th May 2021 19:20


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keith jeffries

Wed 19th May 2021 18:22

Stephen, another good poem and well crafted. The last few lines say it all.
Thanks for this


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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Wed 19th May 2021 12:09

This poem itself is like a breath of fresh air. Delicate and refreshing.

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