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Theo Townend


A Warm Summer Breeze


The trees whisper in the breeze
The forest peaceful, quiet, and serene.
The warm breeze like a soft caress,
Momentarily eliminating all stress.

Without delay it carries on
Leaving the place in silence when it's gone.
A summer day, a summer breeze,
Softly whispered through the trees.

The summer breeze, softly it comes,
Quickly it leaves,
Causing soft whispers in the trees.
It came and soon left, a warm summer breeze.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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My first poem! Hope all you other peeps read it, love it, and most of all enjoy, comment, and vote. Criticizm is okay, but no insults or mean, negative comments please.

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