Open Poetry #45 |
a brush |
Mcmust Junior Member
since 2009-07-09
Posts 17TN |
The brush Carelessly, goes by itself Leaves are smiling Around the summer Furits tightly wrapped spring memories Color gets heavier and heavier In this quiet night branch is down sinking into your dream to fish your leisure thought |
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angellea Member
since 2009-03-29
Posts 144NC, USA |
sounds quite dreamy. welcome to pip! maranda |
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