Fluttering inside me.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Fatal Beauty
Autumn is such a strange season.
It masks death with beauty.
Just when it becomes the most beautiful...
That beauty can only last for a day,
Then slowly,
Death comes.
Death turns the landscape into a colorless world.
The Dreaded Month
November is a rainy dreary month
Who all seem to dread
It drips and drips and drips
Upon all our heads
It is bleak and brown
Dark and Dim
Making our thoughts
Gloomy and Grim
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