Crisis Sun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Poem

Submitted: August 31, 2012

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Submitted: August 31, 2012

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...Autumn mist 
Touched the fist 
Waiting it to lay 
On a motorway 

Kids are doomed 
In empty rooms 
Seems like it's a pay 
For the holiday... 

...I'll wait on a motorway... 

...Autums wants 
Arms to fold 
Crying face of sky 
Found the reason why 

Flying dove 
Obscures the path 
Making me to stay 
On a motorway... 

...I'll stay on a motorway... 


Go through me, 
The latest crisis sun! 
Go through me 
And burn me with your beam! 
Promise me 
That Autumn is a lie! 
Promise me
That Summer is not-ending dream! 


...Autumn mist 
Touched the fist 
Waiting it to lay 
On a motorway... 

...I'll wait on a motorway...


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