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by Rain Dec 27, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Look up at the October sky, its not raining, but the soft orange leaves are hitting the ground.... Light wind blows my hair back past my eyes...The feel of the cold wind is like your touch, hurts at frist but eventually, i love it and want it... The cold bites at my neck and ears...Tingling feeling..when the wind stops i feel alone...waiting for you... I look up at the october sky..