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Click hereShe was the first leaf to fall,
in autumn all red and gold
Someone picked her up,
and marveled at the beauty
Until her colors started to fade,
then she was simply thrown away
Laying on the roots of the tree,
she watched as the others took color
Falling together in a mosaic,
fitting perfectly
She sat alone as the others,
laid upon her with their
beautiful colors
Her brown an eyesore,
her holes a disgrace
She was quickly covered,
by the golden others
forgotten
not important
I don't know why I call any of this poetry, anything I write is really just random thoughts and feelings that I jot down. Thank you for the comments!
As for tazz317 and kstarnes....its funny how 2 BOYS who have not written anything at all can be so critical of the ppl who do write....maybe they are just jealous b/c they have no talent and feel the need like all jealous school kids and try to belittle the ones who do have a talent for writting....really kids get a life
have been better with some pruning, LOLOLOLOL. I have a rake you can borrow to get rid of that old brown. You tried too hard to be good. Let it come naturally. This is forced, hence, boring