The frosty air has killed the autumn bloom
The trees are bare, leaves’ usefulness expired
A chill that can be felt within the room
has found my heart and left me uninspired.
09 Wednesday Nov 2011
Posted in Poetry
The frosty air has killed the autumn bloom
The trees are bare, leaves’ usefulness expired
A chill that can be felt within the room
has found my heart and left me uninspired.
ha! I tend to write more when I’m having a bad day…. it’s my way to release…
and this was good!
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I try really hard not to write when I’m having a bad day. After a bad few months I tend to let loose. Sorry about that. 😦
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Whew chilly one, sounds like you need someone to warm you up 😉
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