Thursday, 16 June 2016

A poem by Tiffany Cence

lower


I breathed in the air – and
elt the breeze rustle through me.
The sun shone, alleviating any worry
I had o a gloomy day. The tractor’s engine
roared nearby, interrupting the serenity
that is summer. I elt myself closing up,
trying to escape the noise: and with no
luck I ell back into the same old pattern
o yesterday.




Tiffany Cence is a passionate writer residing in Greensburg, PA studying creative writing at Seton Hill University. In her spare time she enjoys reading, cooking, and playing with her dog.

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