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Sat, Jul. 9th, 2016, 10:02 pm
worsening

the clouded sky makes no room
    for   sun
or warmth—this place is dark,
   and

 silent.

     gray waters lie still   as the mist drifts
                              softly and covers the
            l a n d s c a p e;

brown leaves
          glide
      along
      a quiet breeze
         a n d
            rest


    below,

everything
waits

here

waiting,

there is nothing

else.


Let it all die.
Let the autumn leave  

Sun, Jul. 10th, 2016 05:40 pm (UTC)
bitsofbeauty

hello world. i'm back. this is a second draft of an old poem.

Edited at 2016-07-10 06:56 pm (UTC)

Tue, Jul. 26th, 2016 05:48 am (UTC)
sleepy_boy

Hey there! Ok, old poem I see. I was about to comment with "Hey now, it's summer".