Hanging leaves

August 30, 2009
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I wander what it's like up there?
Hanging there without a care
Wait for winter to come around
And drifting down to the ground
Than dispurse into the universe
And nothing could be worse.

Than spind came upon
Grew right back on
And thus the cycle begins again
Like nothing ever happen.

You don't have hurt or pain
You survive off sun, oxygen, and rain
As you make the secenry
Of what you want it to be
Means everything to me.

So as I look
And you hanging around shook
Ill put down my sleeves
Ill leave you alone becuase you're no harm to me.





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Haley N. said...
Sept. 8, 2009 at 3:36 am
I like the idea of this poem, and the rhyme is ingenious, but it seems a little (tiny) bit off rythme. Perhaps with some minor editing the syllables will match up, neh?:)
I am infatuated by this poem and it is a deffinate favorite!
 
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