Fall
Fall is knocking on my door
I see pumpkinz bright and shiny
The air smells sweet and weightless
Sipping hot chocolate
I feel Warm by the fire
My mother holding me in her arms
Fall
Fall is knocking on my door
I see pumpkinz bright and shiny
The air smells sweet and weightless
Sipping hot chocolate
I feel Warm by the fire
My mother holding me in her arms
02-06-2011
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Any Happiness | 1 | 02/06/2011 |
Life | 1 | 02/06/2011 |
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