Rhymes Poem by Sandra Feldman

Rhymes



Rhymes are made for children,
But others love them too,
They seem to care,
Warmth, music bear,
Accompany you too.

Their swaying, rhythmic music,
Is like the morning dew,
Refreshing like a new born song,
That travels deep in you.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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