Winters of my resolution

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Winters of my resolution

Status: Finished

Winters of my resolution

Poem by: Maximum Red

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

this poem is nothing more than an english assignment

Summary

this poem is nothing more than an english assignment

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Submitted: May 11, 2013

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Submitted: May 11, 2013

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the leaves are falling from the trees 

I hear the houses moan and breathe

as the laughing wind flows through the streets 

it whispers to me 

the leaves rustle, crackle and crunch

animals scurry,hurry and munch

the crisp smell of winter gives me a hunch 

Its coming for me

there are pumpkins on the stairs 

i grab a hat ,a scarf, prepare

the cold raises up my hair

its waiting for me 

winter is coming when all things die

i stand still and close my eyes 

i know this time i will survive

it hears me 


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