Tuesday, November 4, 2008

November nights

Listen.
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
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5 comments:

  1. ImpressionistNovember 4, 2008 at 9:39 AM

    That was beautiful :)
    Reminds me of a poem I had written

    "Fall has ended
    The streets are covered with the dead
    As the trees mourn the loss of light
    And the cold swoops down
    Capturing all within its grasp
    Winter has begun"

    -I

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  2. Winnie the poohiNovember 5, 2008 at 12:54 AM

    wow! I loved your poem here.. is it complete? Do you have a link for it ??

    My original poems are at my song of my life blog :) do visit!

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  3. ImpressionistNovember 5, 2008 at 8:29 PM

    naw! thats it.
    The poem is about the month November. very short. :)
    I will definitely check it out! :)

    -I

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  4. ImpressionistNovember 6, 2008 at 8:14 AM

    and about my template, its the normal minima template.
    I just added a background image and a header pic thats all! :D

    -I

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  5. MysLykeMeehNovember 22, 2008 at 3:12 AM

    I loved it.

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