I smell sweet cinnamon swirls,
Swaying in the sand.
Softly singing songs
That I can't understand.
Sweet cinnamon swirls,
Saying simple sorry's.
Softly singing songs
That take away my worries.
Sweet cinnamon swirls,
Sweet cinnamon swirls.
Simply singing songs,
Her hair in cinnamon curls.
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My posts are various inspiration for absolutely anything lying around. And I like seals.
Wind chimes on a stormy night, If you wish, come true it might. Spinning, swirling, Twisting, twirling, They sing like angels, they soar like kites.
Today has vowed a sky of cloud; a frivolous shroud: no daylight, or joy, or beauty allowed. Much of the day has wasted away in such a way, the birds, the people, have nothing to say.
#bestofopuss (my favourite to write) Wind chimes on a stormy night, If you wish, come true it might. Spinning, swirling, Twisting, twirling, They sing like angels, they soar like kites.
A million drops fall from the sky. Some glitter green. While others are purple. Or violet in sheen. A drop of crystal blue. May be regretful and sad. Just as a drop of orange.
#Youngwritershousehold Streaking through The darkening sky- Red, pink, orange; Daylight will die. I hold your hand And gaze above. The sunset is My one true love. Red for romance, Love is pink.
This is the first poem I remember writing and it is also one of my favourite out of the ones I've written so I want to share it with you all :). Summer kisses. And winter misses.
Ice cream, green lights,. White shoes, warm sheets,. Cold glass, blue mug,. Gold clock, red rug,. Choc chip, dew drops,. Tea spoon, black socks,. Cream chairs, brown bears,. Mint imps, eclairs,.
I want to be,. In a patchwork sea,. Where every shade is different,. All labeled for me,. Cotton softly lapping,. Purple, blue and green,. In patches held together,. Sewn tight at the seams,.
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