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Friday 25 September 2015

My Nature Poem.

Feel the breeze of the wind blowing my hair everywhere.
Looking around seeing the birds soar through the clouds.
Trees as tall as the sky tower.
Pigeons sitting on the roof top looking down at us.
100 bare skeletons stuck in the field.
Everything so silent, only the sound of nature I hear.
As we lay on the hard blue sea, looking at the sky.
I think, what a beautiful world this is.

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