Crisp leaves fall
As the wind blows
Through minds of sorrow
Spits of rain scatter
Littered
Through the woeful past
Licks of flame dazzle
Dotted
Aganst the fear stained now
Dashes of snow lay
Broken
No fresh start I can wish for
Crisp leaves fall
As the wind blows
Through minds of sorrow
No hope for tomorrow.
Please tell me what you think
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Oooh i likedd this.
Itt was shortt but i dunno i really got a feeling fromm it.
PS. rememberr mee
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anywhoos..
nicee workk
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i do remember you!
i don't really write anymore, wish i could - just come on here to check messages and stuff
thanks for the comment though
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ahh yeah me too youu knoww.
every few months ill uploadd something.
but yeah.
your welcome
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wow, thanks, do you really think this is good ?
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beautiful poem.
beautiful dashes of imagery
effort applied into this very well!!

















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