"The End" by sparrky101
You call it the end
You think that forever is fake
And you may be right
What do you think this is about? Comment!
- Sparrky
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A Poet-tree
PoetryIf you find a discarded pile of poems, like leaves withered from a tree, would you jump in it and cherish the crisp, or perhaps stomp your feet upon them and feel them crinkle and wrinkle? Or maybe you'll walk away, because you see dead foliage eve...
