Faint WhispersA Poem by Gladysto the treesBare bones in winter, What do we hinder, A world without shimmer? You run for cover, The Earth, our mother, We no longer shelter. Majestic, we fall, A service to all, Until your breaths halt.© 2016 Gladys |
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Added on December 18, 2016 Last Updated on December 18, 2016 AuthorGladysAustraliaAboutMy name is Gladys; I'm a bit eccentric! Blue eyeliner, progressive metal and science for the win. I'm a squirrel because someone on Twitter called me that hahaha (other nicknames include Gladwrap, Gla.. more..Writing
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