Each week I'll be posting an original poem by moi. (Which means I need to start writing again.) Here's the first.
Joy
The sun filtered through the trees-
The rain drumming upon the eaves-
The song of the birds-
The sweet scent of the flowers-
These things give me Joy.
The singing of a choir-
The end of a tale well told-
The swoop of a swing-
The laughter of friends-
These things give me Joy.
(Be kind, it's a very old poem.)
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