I Burn TooA Poem by the wretchedwinter is bad for me
on summer months, the night doth fall, whilst twilight brings the crickets call, and of winter, winds are telling, carried in, the chill, soon smelling crisp and dry, as leaf on tree all of this, i plainly see. and though my heart begins to ache, to see the bare limbs sway and shake, i cant deny, it must be said, to see the leaves, ochre and red, gold, as sunbeams, bright like fire quells in me, some hidden desire some need fulfilled, deep in spirit, and still im finding, that i fear it, autumn fire, 'cross dale and hill the time is coming, as always will, for the cold bite of winter harsh, to encase the land, and too my heart. © 2008 the wretchedReviews
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Added on October 24, 2008Authorthe wretchednowareham, MAAboutthe most important thing to know about me is that at any given time, you could be dealing with someone else. I am an artist of multiple facets. Writing is one of many things i do as an art, and certa.. more..Writing
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