Open Poetry #1 |
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kebeth New Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 8California |
The flowers of a sun-filled day, lay broken on the ground. Whispers destroyed them. Running through the trees, fairies grasped the leaves of a dying autumn. The blood red sun melted into another long night. Storm clouds begin to build as the tears fall. |
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