Wednesday, October 2, 2013

squeeze(mono rhyme)


 weary of ill-ease.

autumn leaves; victims of breeze.

  color disagrees.

still stillness is a disease,
   in moments nothing foresees.

lessening light flees
    from coming chill which would freeze.

though hope would so tease
     of eternity of trees
and poetry sometimes agrees. 



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