Shouting Silences
Monday, August 27, 2007
Seasoned me
Brown and bare
an autumned tree
Or a bird
Fickle and merry
Red and cruel
the summer sun
Or the ocean
deep and glum
White and cold
the winter sky
Or a cloud
flying high
Green and wet
world sings with glee
Pure and fresh
spring I shall be
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