by : Bacardi Gold
05/dec/2021

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left without a downpour of rain
flew away, far enough my eyes could stare
chased the wind’s course, here and there
like a feather drifted and floated everywhere
flew low on November sky
away just a little nearby
gray as ash wider than a mile
I ran, the hill became an isle
the bright sky, I love the sight
let my hopes and wishes be magnified
into the heavens I wrapped-up this plea
be kinder to us, let nature be…
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