Dark Poetry #4 |
Silent Beauty |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Wind was sold on the banks of trees, where red and orange shadows shared the autumn dream. River danced, long hair swayed the sidewalks wall, as beds of flowers soaked in the suns cloth. Footballs camoflauged the air, where youth runs wild from the domes peak to the far west. Early days, sunset's creep, the wind finds it soul just past 5. Kites roam at large at the dawn of autumn. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Early days, sunset's creep, the wind finds it soul just past 5. sends me back in time~~ M |
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