What if you were
just
a thought,
an idea,
a possibility,
a thing floating
with nowhere to
land,
a moment?
Posted in response to the challenge If.
You
More by June
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The Song of the Hills
The trees
lightly dance in the
cold
winter air,
the birds sing a song
like a choir the sound
echoes on tops of hills
enlightening the day,
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