DawnA Chapter by TkessDawn can’t decide It rises and falls into slumber The sound of fall crashes into us Cymbals like shotguns Symbols, our X marks no spot at all It moves through the haze Like the gold at the end of a rainbow There, but not Like autumn leaves on the tree Colorful and dying © 2011 Tkess |
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Added on October 18, 2011 Last Updated on October 18, 2011 Author
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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