some days

(NaPoWriMo, day 12: ‘write a triolet‘. Triolets, I learned, are ‘eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme’: ABaAabAB. I decided to start where I left off yesterday…)

some days it’s the whispers of trees
that let her feel she belongs
and some days the visits of bees.
some days it’s the whispers of trees
and some days a gentle breeze
and some days the birds with their songs.
some days it’s the whispers of trees
that let her feel she belongs.

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