In the days of calm blue seas,
In the days of sunny place,
As innocent as a child,
Beautiful souls explore life in the wild.
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In the sweating season of summer,
In the early times in spring,
In the ebb and flow of growth,
Don’t you hear the hummingbird sing?
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In the days of many a red rose,
In the days of white carnations,
As promising as poetic prose,
Died are rootless gossips on relations.
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Enough of walking,
I give my pen wings,
Fed up with finger pointing,
I’m ready to upgrade things.
Thursday Poet’s Rally Week 45, share a free verse or any form of poetry with poets rally hosted by Leo, Jingle, and more….have fun!
Jingle Nozelar 
