I hear the birds,
singing in the trees.
I hear the whispers,
of a cool winter breeze.
I hear the crunch,
of my boots on the snow,
the forest gives life.
Now you know.
I Hear
More by Molly Silvia
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Walks in the Rain
Sometimes I go on walks in the rain. I don't bring an umbrella or rain coat. Sometimes, I don't even wear shoes. I like to feel the rain drops trickle down my hair. I like the splashes of rain on my skin.
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How?
How?
How come?
How come you?
How come you can't?
How come you can't understand?
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