Leaves, by TimidTragedy Subscribe to rss feed for TimidTragedy

Buried leaves off sycamore trees,
how weary is the way.
And wayward towns with hungry hounds,
is this the way we came?
The winters here and the sky must clear
all hint of what was warm and bright.
My love you're always by my side
Amidst the lantern light
Posted: 2010-01-23 03:13:25 UTC

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2010-02-01 00:49:02Lovecrafter
chilly...as in cool

2010-02-04 13:59:00essie
awesome!

2010-02-12 15:40:55Convalescence
It's really good. Short-but it sums it up.

2010-02-13 04:24:29♥`HopeBringsSorrow`♥
Wow this is very good :DD keep writing!