Picking wildflowers, all afternoon.
Evening sun is setting in, colors
beganing to bloom. Someday's, I pray
there's room. I get so lost. And someday's
the winds only play, such melancholy tunes.
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Evening sun sets and colours of light rays float in mind and emotion. Perception of evening is very brilliantly brought up ahead. This poem is very neatly expressed with excellent wording....10
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