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Autumn Life
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Autumn Life is one of the poem that I've written in my poetry book. It may not sound as good as poets but I just wrote it as my pastime. It's about smthg to do in everyday life. Well, it goes lyke tis..Autumn leaves are falling;by the blow of gentle windlove sometimes may be failing;still, the inside scares can be healed.A squirrel climbs from tree to tree;to search just a peanut to eatthough it has been followed by bees;it keeps searching with stings that heat.The light from the sun shines so bright;butterflies fly and flowers growlife remains beautiful in sight;with their written stories that flow.Yellow and orange autumn leaves;smooth in texture and sharp edgesthere are some things that we might miss;so secure it under our hedges.
Love Aryns