Filling Senses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Filling Senses



Purples of happiness, filling my senses as I peer
out a window to watch the wind racing through the
atmosphere.
Catching hold of leaves hanging from trees, blowing
them recklessly without a care if they can hold on
or not.

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