FadingA Poem by Tina KlineFor CREATIVE WRITING GROUP.The sunset was ravishing all fiery reds, oranges and yellows flames on the sky fire on the horizon she sat upon the hillside beneath a large silver maple tree singing songs of times gone by thinking how dynamic she use to be but no more as the tree's leaves were turning from the freshness of green to the dying colors of autumn she too was suffering atrophy and ending to her life there was no restorative to return her to her youth no hope she knew she only dreamed of something revitalizing but she had to accept the truth her time had come and was now going she was no longer favored it was over she watched the amazing sunset wishing for one moment society looked upon women of her age with the same thoughts as this last show of the day brought
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10 Reviews Added on June 11, 2012 Last Updated on June 11, 2012 AuthorTina KlineSandy, ORAboutDogs don't bark at parked cars. A 9MM is faster than 911. An armed society is a free society. If guns kill how do people who go to gun shows ever get out alive? A small wound can become a .. more..Writing
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