Sweet as flowers that smell so nice.
Fresh as air that fills the sky.
Drifting as a leaf set free.
Itβs all so beautiful to me.
Painted as a scenery of flight.
Colored as though thereβs so much light.
Closing as the setting sun.
The poems are written. The book is done.
1-26-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Hello Gail, your words are lovely. They put a smile on my face ππ
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PTL! God is so kind to allow them. Thank you, Bee! God loves you!
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