yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!

Pale Breeze -poem

This is the place where the pale breeze blows,
Where it comes from, no one knows.

Stay and rest, you're safe here,
And when the wind blows, it soothes any fear.

The light winds' sweet fragrance calms,
And the gental sun takes away all qualms.

The flowers appear to dance in the draft,
The trees seem so cheerfull,they looked to have laughed.

The passing of time slowes down,
And things are content all around.

Because this is the place where the pale breeze blows,
Where it comes from, no one knows.

End