(the part that makes it fall)
~ ~ ~
Cold, dark, hidden
Mysterious; stop and listen
For lively things
Running through dead leaves
Past the barren dying trees
What will you hear
What will you see
What will you find
Following the breeze
It sends chills down your spine
And leaves in your hair
And now you really wish
That someone would care
Care enough
To come and find you there
(maybe they would, if you didn't close them out before)
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Dreams and Other Impossible Things
PuisiMore poetry... :) These poems are mostly about dreams, or things that inspire me. Some things, I just need to write down but I know they won't happen. Ya know...impossible things. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy my writing. It is a...
