by Unknown
Oct 2009 371 Views 4 comments
Short Poem of Mine :)
They rustle and blow
I cannot reach them
Beatiful as they be
One by one
They fall
Withering and fading
As all beatiful things do
I cannot reach them
Beatiful as they be
One by one
They fall
Withering and fading
As all beatiful things do
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Posted: Oct 2009
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