Blake Mulligan

Autumn - Poem by Blake Mulligan

Music is the crisp sound
Of a trees leaves,
Brushing together in the breeze,
A blur of red, brown and green.
I wish you could smell the air.
I wish you could see what I see.

Topic(s) of this poem: music

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 11, 2014

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