Roses WitheredA Poem by Adam M. SnowFall has come, I see roses withered with timely settled of fluttering birds. The golden colors of fallen leaves, upon the grounds and upon the eaves.
Roses Withered
Fall has come, I see roses withered
With whistling winds a joyous tune,
Masks wearing children, running door to door
I think of the crisp, clean air
The smell of smoldering leaves © 2012 Adam M. SnowAuthor's Note
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Added on August 30, 2012Last Updated on August 31, 2012 AuthorAdam M. SnowPhoenix , AZAbout"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more.. |

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