wonderlandA Poem by ZmHthe sun slowly falls past the trees, over the mountains light beams mixing with dark clouds soft breeze, rustled leaves the rain slowly begins to drop plip plop, plip plop on the jagged rock the water so still the day so dark yet, the sun shines the crickets chirp the trees aluminated in color a land like no other © 2009 ZmH |
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Added on November 15, 2009Last Updated on November 15, 2009 |

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