Chantelle Fazzalori Poems

Feeling the cool breeze blowing through my hair it guides me to show me my past and future

leaves fall from above leaf by leaf
brown
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The glistening sun
shining up high in
the bright blue sky
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Watching the train pass by its passangers smile bright knowing how far the train will travel through australian lands

dry grass swoosh in the trains mist
dust fly high in the sky
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