Natural Conditions and PremonitionsA Poem by Chase
The sky has swollen eyes of grey
who's main intent is drown the day. Down below on growing toes the trees are ignorant of woes. Pumpkin orange and Blood-drip red, the colored leaves look far from dead. If only this beauty was not a sign of days to be and snow-filled skies. © 2016 ChaseAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 12, 2016 Last Updated on October 12, 2016 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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