I hate to knit

Exuviate foliage during the day come
Restless and trees sway
Invite gloomy clouds float
Solar wind have been tired

I am still confused on the pitch before
I started to write our destiny meet ?

Here, I embed your heart
Make a pod flower poems

While I hate to knit
But the thread is spun tighten heart
If not with the beauty of my rope
I will turn the day-not be bordered

I turned away, the impression I will look
I breathe in the morning, the day I ran Tired
Night here I was not tight-lipped
My poems are longing for peace

poem & photgrf by.Anna