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I watch the leaves dance around me tangling up with the wind.
The life behind it seeps out into the open and I can see her gown-- beautifully painted onto her.
She twists around, crying with glee!
She danced...and danced...until the wind died down...and the painted leaves fell to the ground...as dead as she.
- by Mr Silence |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
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Comments (7 Comments)
- iiLies - 05/15/2010
- your very talented i wouldve did cookies r good rhymes wif hood
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- gpj100 - 05/10/2009
- its so sad sad however you are a talented poet
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- Ashwant - 04/03/2009
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you got talent
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- Vhalcrist - 03/17/2009
- ummmm... again another one who needs attention. *clap *clap
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- Mr Silence - 12/23/2008
- Yay!! ^_^
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- Glitch Killgasm - 12/21/2008
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I love it. It somehow makes me think of Poe....so I suppose it is good. But yes, it is. It's wonderful.
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- Mr Silence - 12/20/2008
- o.o;
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