I'll dance in the cold autumn morning...
The frost fresh under my feet,
Winter hasn't yet come full upon us but I can feel its frozen heart beat.
The thin brown branches over head,
Death a fragile gold and red,
The trees growing old all for my eyes to see.
Come and dance this morning with me.
~ccc
Strange poem is strange and fail picture is fail, especially the incorrect anatomy *cough* why I should use a ref.
Any comments?
The frost fresh under my feet,
Winter hasn't yet come full upon us but I can feel its frozen heart beat.
The thin brown branches over head,
Death a fragile gold and red,
The trees growing old all for my eyes to see.
Come and dance this morning with me.
~ccc
Strange poem is strange and fail picture is fail, especially the incorrect anatomy *cough* why I should use a ref.
Any comments?
