Nothing witty yet. Witty things are saved for bashing Imagist poems.
Summer Bliss
In the blissful wind
Dancing kite softly swaying
Yet, summer is too short
Breaking Through
Cloudy skies hold back
No sun to rain down on me
Alas sunshine breaks
Rising Wind
Tulips in field
Their petals blowing away
Lost within the wind
Nostalgic
When morning sun rises
Reminding me of the time
Where your hand in mine
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