The trail led to an enormous willow tree, with little robins and jays singing songs, competing for the loudest tune. She leaned against the smooth, inky bark and sighed. Turning her head upwards, she watched the birds. The singing stopped. As if on cue, they flew up towards the sun, and were soon out of sight.
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Random Words With No Story
Poetryinspired---- the title is self-explanatory just lil things I write when I feel like it ~^-^~ i don't own any pictures in this or the coverrrr ??is this even poetry tho..,?
