Posted by Arlie on April 15, 2018 April 15, 2018 Poetry / Travel The smell of fresh baked bread A carved wooden chair The morning sun in bed Mixed notes in the air This canvas of paint here A tower so tall Town of beauty and fear Stories make me feel small Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Related
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