|October chill (standard:poetry, 78 words)|
|Author: briley wellings||Added: Nov 15 2003||Views/Reads: 1603/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Chilly autumn comes early this year.|
Harsh cutting chill scolding crimson cheaks cowered low to shield from breaking winds that whip through barron branches, branches that beckon for the lush green Long Past. For here the wind is loudest and thus he is the king. Drained by colorless landscape, observer's eyes carress miniscule facinations Frozen and unmoved, no bends but breaks. Arthritic limbs groan their last cry before they fall from their towered status, to where death is law and life is a vigilante. Tweet
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