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The winter trees glistened
With bright
Gleaming colors
As though it were autumn

The mountains were ablaze
In fiery light
Every inch soaking up
The golden sun

It was a sweet kiss of warmth
A blanket that chased away
The winters chill

A hug
That held the state
For a sunset that
Cannot wait

Gracefully, now
It sinks beyond the earth
Making blind of my surroundings
Lost in the
Beauty of West Virginia





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luvtwilight said...
Jun. 11, 2009 at 5:20 pm
in the last stanza, there is supposed to bhe the word "me" in between Making and Blind
 
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