Bits of dust float around in the air,
The trees all seem so bare.
I looked up into the sky and stare,
Such colors so vivid and really there.
It seems there are no drops of rain to spare.
Cold nights and long lasting wind,
The colors are fading from mind.
The breeze sends the fallen leaves to no where you'll find.
A long winter, sends shivers down the spine.
The dusted clouds not longer shower.
Crisp and dry, with no flower,
Beauty only in the night's power.
Small creatures seem to cower,
A force untamable for many an hour.
Withering away, as the leaves fly.
There is no other passerby,
As the colors take to the sky.
The beauty gone, makes it easy to cry.
The dullness could seem to mortify.
Alas, the colors were what it took to nullify.
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Book of Poetry
الشعرI once had a best friend and we've been friends for many years. However, he left me and disappeared from my life. The poems I write are usually about him. I was able to cope by writing those poems. With that, I wanted to help other people with them...
