the wind blows over the mountain tops
threw the dark pine trees
down to the cabin near the lake
it swirls around the wood house
afraid to go in
as if it goes in
the breeze is bound to be kept
locked inside forever
so it watches from the outside
always looking in
Hey Daisies
This is the 50th part to this story! I know crazy right!!!
So for this special occasion I am dedicating this poem to hellformusic
This being has said so many lovely words about my poems, and have been so gracious in giving votes, I must thank them. Thank you so much hellformusic! For the votes, your time, and the most beautiful comments.
Oh and please, go check out @hellformusic profile, they have some awesome poems!
Thank you,
Veronica Stardust
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Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
