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Leaves of yellow and orange fall to the ground.
Winds of autumn swirl them around.
Among the ground they blow.
Soon come to slow.
They stick to grass’s winter dew.
Lifted by spring’s flowers of different hue’s.
Which burn to a crisp by summer’s ripe.
And by then I will start to write.
- by thedvilsfrnd |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/19/2009 |
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- Title: By Then
- Artist: thedvilsfrnd
- Description: I will start to write by summer because that is when school ends. That means I will never see the guy I like again. Me = Freshmen. Him = Senior. I will always question what could have happened. But this is what I get from loving from the shadows.
- Date: 01/19/2009
- Tags: then love
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- Lord Scarthan - 01/26/2009
- Very good.
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- Gerard_Ray_Frank - 01/23/2009
- 4/5 great!
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- DARKSIDELONEWOLF - 01/20/2009
- wow that kool ^^
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