~crimson curse~
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this poem is yet to be titled...A Poem by ~crimson curse~Still waiting Still standing at the platform Gazing down at the calloused gravel Silently waiting to conform There are no whistles amongst the.. |
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A state of deep considerationA Poem by ~crimson curse~When the sun rises over hill Thetrees cease to quiver The leaves cease to chill Clouds tend to drift like kites Birds chirp extending their plig.. |
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winter\'s appleA Poem by ~crimson curse~Sitting beneath an apple tree Feeling the wind blow Gazing over mountain plains Watching clouds snow Breathing in winter air Smiling at his joy.. |
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