Saturday, October 04, 2008

i wish there was a poem




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  1. Anonymous11:03 PM

    Come,
    gather fall flowers
    with me.
    We'll dry them,
    and hold their colors
    through the soft white night.

    What matter othher blossoms
    picked spring and summer.
    Petals faded and
    blown away
    color and warmth gone south,
    like bright birds
    fleeing the cold.

    Earth color against
    luminous white and
    steel blue sky,
    holding seeds
    the promise of new life.
    Feeding that which dares remain,
    like mice huddled in burrows.

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