II’s a lovely sunday morning, the sun is not strong, a clear sky with this wispy morning wind. Light penetrates through the iron door frame. I am sitting behind the table infront of the open door leading to the verandha outside. Morning greets me with this beautiful velvety cool feeling. The guava, palm and bougainvillea leaves rustling as the morning wind blow past through them.
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morning breeze blowing
rustling leaves gracefully swaying
nature’s cooling fan
//. . By joanna Guiyop Pile….//
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Joan's flower poem 