a bitter, cold wind that blows
through branches not yet barren
the fertile green immortilized by ersa's morning frost
the wind, he blows to shake the leaf from her lofty perch
and little leaf, she will not fall beneath earth's chestnut feet
boreas, he will not win
soon spring shall bring the summer
virgins hold your virture; in thrace he pines for you
In a list
A contest entry
- Bring your best. by PiratexxLove.
850 points, ended December 1, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
while i appreciate the niceties, i would appreciate objective criticism more
Comments
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Hmmm
Short, which I enjoy.
I'm a bit, wordless lol. I enjoyed it.



