My First Poem
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A soft summer wind
Blowing by me constantly
An unchanged peace
A masked gray murmur
The Sun has gone now, rain falls
She is calling me
A lot of what people "need"Is a person,That's love;Is an item,That's greed;Neither are for me.I don't "need" anyone,I don't need any single item.What I need is much simpler.All I need
Trees, Oceans, Desserts, Mountains.
Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring.
Rain, Sun, Snow, Sleet
All combine singing to me.
The Deer that crosses my path in search of hope.
