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Feb 2018
Crack, crack
went her steps
on the old
abandoned track.

She gazed above
at the trees
brushing their branches
along with the breeze.
.
No sun to be seen
but at least there
were colors
other than green.

Birds nestled in nests
from the cold
as nature
is to bbehold.

God makes such
beautiful things
as we embrace
what nature  brings.
Crystal Freda
Written by
Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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