winters lonely playgroundA Poem by Donnab1116
empty, no screams no laughter,
white wood, splintering away, somehow theres a beauty to it, cold and forgotten, the glistening snow over it, there is a warmth to its ice, the lonely playground in winter © 2012 Donnab1116 |
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Added on July 31, 2012 Last Updated on July 31, 2012 Author
Donnab1116sierra vista, AZAboutI love to write and draw, i want to be a psychologist. I love to swim and try new experiences. you could say I'm fearless but it wouldn't be true. I like to jump off cliffs (into water) and i like to .. more..Writing
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