RSS Bot Posted May 27, 2007 Share Posted May 27, 2007 Apparently I've been living in Southern California too long. I was feeling all melancholy tonight, for the first time in years was able to put it in words, and it turned out to be a poem about Fall. I always liked Fall. I know the poem is trite, and short, and sorta crappy, but it is the first poem I've written in years that got past the first line before being deleted. Here's to progress. Fall moon whispers through the trees white sound speckled in my ears phantoms dance on the edge of vision brushing softly against my hair stillness reaches out to seize me time hovers lightly out of reach as my soul slips silently toward morning http://www.atariage.com/forums/index.php?a...;showentry=3384 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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