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December
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Created on 2-15-07
Dreaming dreams in bleak December;
Each one is a separate dying ember
Red to black to grey
Dreams now twisted nightmares of hopeful
unmerciful disaster.
What a cold, cold day.
The snow blankets- they were crisp and sere
A blood red snow in my most memorable year.
Please Login to post comments| On March 5th 2007 phoenixkat Said : | |
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whoa...i like this. you are very talented and now i want to go and rewrite all of my poems cause yours are so much better.. ~phoe-kat~ |
