7: Shriveled FlowersA Chapter by BAlanMorgan
Oh, how the smoke
rises, as we all fall down. It makes us choke lifeless; on this air we drown. Times have made us bitter and contempt; on this life we are spent. Like shriveled flowers, we all wither away, Oh just make it through today! Trees speak the truth (silence); fruit of labor rots away . Those wise ole fools, time and again, speak our ears bloody. Times have made us bitter and contempt; on this life we are spent. Like shriveled flowers, we all wither away, Oh just make it through today! Lay down your head, rest a while-- an oak box waits for you soon. Wake up in stead, wary child, listen to him or the sun will set on you © 2015 BAlanMorganReviews
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1 Review Added on January 18, 2015 Last Updated on January 24, 2015 AuthorBAlanMorganRancho Cucamonga, CAAboutI'm a twenty year old student, writer, and musician. I've been interested in writing for more than seven years now, however I've only ventured into the competitive field twice. I won two competition.. more..Writing
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