by John Peterson
Darkened shadows
full moon calls
listening to the wind
stirring of whispers
calling again,telling me
natures restless child,be still
shooting stars pass
stiff frosty grass
another season passes
as autumn turns to winter
Submission date : 2009-11-07
Last edit : 2009-11-07
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