It is a pleasure to see
the sun arrive.
One day at a time.
It is a pleasure to see
sweet love come around,
fiddling with words at that time.
Times came,and time past.
Plant seeds of abundance,
let it grow,
and flourish with season's,
in the sun.
In spring the seagull's flee,
mirrord by the sea.
In Summer the swallows
gathered their twitters in the sky,
in autumn the fragrance of tengerine,
arome what we feel.
In winter we seek the warmth
of a jacket over the blade.
and all of these is a nature beiing,
Love all around,
sculptering our senses,
our mind.
ears,eyes and hands.
The music of our world,
for I will always find you,
in the beauty of my world,
You!... in my life.
(131 Words)
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