Summer Breeze
July 18th, 2007
Step by step,
Without the worry of time,
Searching for a destined point,
His slow broiling steps are merciless,
To all the fragile life that crosses his trails.
A cold wind swiftly dove from the heavens,
It brought release of tension,
A cool refreshment,
To the accumulated heat in the land below,
She gave contemporary content to the weak,
A cool lullaby with swaying sounds,
A rare breeze to the lovers.
So I have estimated the amount of burnt and trashed rejections in the 50s, but I think I should have opened it’s own page. This poem is from my seventh grade year. (13 yrs old, 1986, I think) The pic is mine…the tootsie roll was just luck!
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