Tears falling from one enduring pain
They fall slowly along with the rain
Listening to the song of the birds'
Such a pretty sound without any word's
Soft pink bloom's drifting to the ground
Wonder where the hummingbird's go now
Still I can see the beauty of the tree's
As the mist float's with the breeze
Bird's flying low across the rainy sky
The clouds moving swiftly saying goodbye
No need wasting time sitting here alone
The one I love the most is always at home
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Melissa Boggess
Born in a small town in Texas, I am a retired Nurse that is passionate about writing, photography and painting. I also love people and animals.
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