XVIIA Chapter by Tkess
Shall
I compare thee to a summer's day
But the gentle breeze has gone away Replaced with cold and empty air The colors steal an awkward glare Awake!
Awake! Poor evening tell Drifting hues of breathless leaves Fall into a winter's eve © 2012 Tkess |
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TkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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