-
I watch the leaves dance around me tangling up with the wind.
The life behind it seeps out into the open and I can see her gown-- beautifully painted onto her.
She twists around, crying with glee!
She danced...and danced...until the wind died down...and the painted leaves fell to the ground...as dead as she.
- by Mr Silence |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
- Skip
![](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/arena-images/ic_paper_corner_32x32.gif)