Solitude
The world and I,
Through my window screen,
Of golden slopes,
And scattered greens,
The sun so high,
T... |
| by: poetrygirl | Posted: 04/27/2003 @ 3:02pm |
Flower In WInter
A flower withers,
As a gust of wind blows
And its ruby, red petals
Turn brown and gold.
And one by one... |
| by: poetrygirl | Posted: 04/22/2003 @ 11:29pm |
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