My hand is running as magic pen <br />when i write, September Poem <br />my heart is beating like a lyre <br />when I read each poem's line <br /> <br />The grasses are growing green <br />when I write, September Poem <br />hymn of birds singing with glee <br />Humming the written verse at tree <br /> <br />The soothing wind is coming from plain <br />when I write, September Poem <br />It blows softly 'round my ears <br />gives colors of the days<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-days-september-poem/
