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Of Winters Yet to Come    (Continued)

Dazed as you may be in this state of discovery,
Comatose sensations naught blossom forth.
A solemn raven bellows out its somber cries,
As the autumn air brings an icy chill,
Of winters yet to come.

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Just fantastic! Great poetry and a great job! I think that you would like my poem "One Love!" Is it okay if you read it? It would mean alot to me!
Mar. 09, 2013 at 3:57 PM • Report