Wednesday, January 14, 2009

A Worker Bee original poem.

Beautiful Image
The hot wind riding through the air

Beautiful Image
Thin breezes passing every car
Brightness shining down like a shiny warm blanket
Cold in the morning
Steaming in a heatwave

Beautiful Image
Russling in the wind
Crushing of the leaves like the whispering of secrets

Beautiful Image
Indiscribable things
Being concerned of this place
Many amazing colors
And impending destruction near.



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