Perhaps the the isolation is getting to me,
I seem to count the falling seeds,
Mesmerized by their equality,
And their rainbow majesty.
Half the day has come and gone,
And still I count the falling ones,
The time is slipping away from me,
But still I count every falling seed.
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School poems
PoetrySo this is a collections of poems that I write at school in my -Er- Free time... ( Mysterious bird: *Cough*-slacker-*cough*cough*... LW: Shush you..TT^TT Mysterious bird: Alright, alright... jeez...)
