DreamsA Poem by Miss OwlWe as young or as old as we feel.I twirl
beneath the falling leaves their fiery colors gather all around me I laugh in childish delight loving the freedom to feel young again as autumn chills the air and damp and cold is the wind I want to be young and free to be me and follow my dreams at 20 I shouldn't feel so old but old is how I feel, it seems © 2014 Miss OwlReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 21, 2014 Last Updated on September 21, 2014 AuthorMiss OwlAboutI love to write and do artworks. I love the wilderness, hiking, camping, fishing and hunting with a camera. I love to read horror, paranormal romance and anything in between. I love owls. I love.. more..Writing
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