Autumn leaves
rumpled and crushed by waiting storms,
Wet footsteps
guided along as the light falls,
That remembrance
reflected through,calling quietly,
Setting days,
drowned,in the sea of grey eyes.
Autumn leaves rumpled and crushed by waiting storms, Wet footsteps guided along as the light falls, That remembrance reflected through,calling quietly, Setting days, drowned,in the sea of grey eyes. |
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August 11, 2009
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Dlaczego tak powazny?
Wchodz do ciemnej strony, my mamy ciastechki.
Nature is always fun to be described and imagined.So vast and so free.
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`Can you hear it?`
`Yes.`
`It's calling-`
`My name.`
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Dlaczego tak powazny?
Wchodz do ciemnej strony, my mamy ciastechki.
Writing is good.just move your pen with the flow of your thoughts.And TA DA!
Have a great day.
--
`Can you hear it?`
`Yes.`
`It's calling-`
`My name.`
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