The trees cry their leaves to the ground,
leaving a litter of death all around.
But in death, a small world does hide,
they live in a world, of death without pride.
Parisitic organisms hide in the decay,
waiting for death each passing day.
A contest entry
- PRWRITE CONTEST FOR ALL by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended August 2, 1023 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
any other topics i should try to wright about?
Comments
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i love it!!!!!!!!!!
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well i thought it was decent so i put it up lol... im glad you liked it<3 stephanie
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Interesting little write that is so true!
I love your thoughts here. Thanks a lot
for your entry and good luck to you with it
in our contest. Take care!
Jeremy0826
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