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winter came,Winters bourn ,I see a Sunday Storm ,Flowers Fade evening Gray
Springs alive once again
Ageing pot
I lick my face with my hand
and turn a leeking dot
Summers heat draws me now
opening buds
I jump into a pool of sand
and sing a sweet song.....
Autum is cold with winds so Violent
Peel away the warmth
I sing a sweet song once more
to stop the Angry Storm
- by HellunMuesum |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/13/2009 |
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- Title: Coming Close
- Artist: HellunMuesum
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Description:
Its a poem I wrote about the sesons Please Rate and Comment ^_^
- Date: 04/13/2009
- Tags: sesons change
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- Glowing-Starlight - 04/13/2009
- It was pretty good. I didn't get some parts but that's how most poems are. I will try to get the meaning of it. smile Good job though.
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