LeavesA Poem by MidnightLeaves, what more do you want?
Leaves, leaves all around lying there on the ground Crimson, orange, yellow, red even though you are dead
Walking through the misty wood full of trees, earth and mud Crunching leaves, rustling there autumn smells in the air
Now spring has come Autumn is now done green buds appear its another time of year © 2008 Midnight |
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