Roses WitheredA Poem by Adam M. Snow
Fall has come, I see roses withered with timely settled of fluttering birds. The golden colors of fallen leaves, upon the grounds and upon the eaves.
Fall has come, I see roses withered
With whistling winds a joyous tune,
Masks wearing children, running door to door
I think of the crisp, clean air
The smell of smoldering leaves
© 2012 Adam M. Snow
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on August 30, 2012
Last Updated on August 31, 2012
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Adam M. Snow
El Mirage, AZ
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