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Oct 2016
The robin sings outside the window,
the beautiful song of grace.

The shade is opened to watch the birds fly by,
traveling south, and high in the sky.

The leaves are changing to an orange red,
as the air gets crisp and cold.

The clouds roll by,
giving sun and shade where needed.

The robin's voice fades away,
as she flies high with the others.
An old poem I edited,
yet I'm still not sure of the ending.
Sam
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Sam  20/Cisgender Female/Everything will be okay:)
(20/Cisgender Female/Everything will be okay:))   
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