Early Days ***** September Poem Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Early Days ***** September Poem

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My hand is running as magic pen
when i write, September Poem
my heart is beating like a lyre
when I read each poem's line

The grasses are growing green
when I write, September Poem
hymn of birds singing with glee
Humming the written verse at tree

The soothing wind is coming from plain
when I write, September Poem
It blows softly 'round my ears
gives colors of the days

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Elvira Marchan 26 April 2009

Full of life! ! Your poem is...

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Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

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a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism
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