Ashley Sinclair Poems

Silence, is all I hear as I sit down on the frozen stump, silence, peaceful silence, until the lone bird cry’s out.

Shaking the bare trees that are reaching up to the sky.
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I fly though the air as if on magical wings, without a worry or a care as heart sings.

I feel the engine start to hum as the wind gives way,
So I turn up my music loud and clear to brighten up my day.
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