Anyone - I'm No Poet

I'm no poet

I guess that goes

Without saying.

I cannot describe

The sound of the

Wind

Bending through treetops,

Or even a

Cacaphony

Of jubilant birds.

I cannot tell you

How much I love the

Sun

How it weaves itself

Through my hair,

And emerges with

A smile.

I'm no poet.

The End

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