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Writing by Samuel Pye

Vigour

Vigour

A delicate, fresh, summer breeze, 
flows through the green trees, 
air fills my chest, 
the breeze brushes away my distress, 
black, bitter coffee, cold, 
pleasant, 
well needed fresh vigour,

Response

  1. Very nice! it flows well and actually put me under the tree holding a steaming cup of coffee.

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