Comforting pats of the rain 🌧 Warm embrace of the breeze 🫂 Brings back the past memories 📝 Cackles of laughter and wobbling feets 🦶 Never ending smiles and peace ☮️ A wish that never will be 💭
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins
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