Thursday, September 24, 2009

fallen leaf; a mark of autumn
float with the breeze, sink to the bottom
drifting away from the summer sound
facing the freeze of the frigid winter ground.

..... am i not the sickest poet of all time?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

what a boost.

Anonymous said...

no, i am.
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..i wish :(
you remain my most ever talented friend. what i would to spend a day as kevin sia...
hahahaha