Loss for Words
Dreaming of Escape

Early SpringEarly SpringEarly Spring
Bleak early spring days, The turf muddy and colorless, The trees bare with no desire of life, Peeling white paint on the side of A small dead shack, No birds come to brighten up these melancholy hours, No dogs or cats to chase them away, The sky is pallid and ashen and pale, The wind whips through the bare branches. I walk outside, What life comes to my eyes? Small green efforts of pale yellow grass, Dismal patches of liquid rustling in the mud. No efforts doth the trees or brush make, To bring life to this bleak early spring day. &nb
Mellow
Devious Comments
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Feels like you could kiss
My i m p e r f e c t i o n s away,
And I'd stand by your side,
Until the sun turns the sky.
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"What is life? It is the flash of the firefly in the night. It is the breath of the buffalo in wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." ~ Crowfoot
Thanks,
*Iardacil
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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