Gentle Force Poem by Tracey Owens
Gentle Force
I feel it on my skin,
the hairs on my arm moving
with every gentle breeze.
my hair moving side to side
as it runs through.
What could this be?
It is Wind.
nice going poet. by far a good piece.. skills are brewing...
...it is the chill of the country thrill you hear at night..the call, it get you kinds of shinny in your shaking baking pan of cookie dough...iip
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:15:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Keep 'em coming Tracey! !