Full CircleA Poem by Wingless Fallen Angel
Red, crimson like blood.
Silver, like a horse's hoof shod. Blue, deep like the sea. Green, a growing tree. Brown, the sweet smelling dirt. All the world, come together Every color of the spectrum. Nature's gift. The blood we have running through our veins. The metals we covet. The water we drink. The trees we cut down. The dirt we waste. It all comes together. F e u l l c l r C i
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StatsAuthorWingless Fallen AngelLake Ann, MIAboutI'm Wingless Fallen Angel, obviously. Call me WFA, Wingless, Fallen, Angel, or any combination of the above! I love to write and read and not do arithmetic. I'm open to talk to you, about whatever. Me.. more..Writing
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