Tale of falling leaves...
By Dark Chocolate
Their passion got them stricken
living with the butcher like a chicken .
On the green bed they seems dead,
Dried but have whole life within
Their symetrical structure
looks like ruptured cells,
scented with deja vu's smell
Let go of themselves marching
those tiny little dark things
How can they be dead,
while with wild west wind they are dancing
Is this flight destined to afterlife .
I asked ,
to the flying leaves.....
(*butcher -reffers to the wind )
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Copyright 2014 Dark Chocolate
Published on Wednesday, November 12, 2014.
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On Thursday, November 13, 2014, soul_versing
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I love a poet with a descriptive imagination. I like unique, and you have a style that's unforgettable. -bows
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A former member wrote:
I was impressed. It got even better and better as I read. Thank you. And great job!