This poem is written by ![:iconsparia:]( "Sparia")
"I bend to the whistle of the wind
the call of people's smile brightens my yellow,
the gentle touch of a child is a ripple of life...
but now winter is calling,
i must drench and dress the cold rain,
give company to fallen the yellows, reds, and gold of leaves
until the first snow falls,
and all must celebrate the whiteness...."
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"I bend to the whistle of the wind
the call of people's smile brightens my yellow,
the gentle touch of a child is a ripple of life...
but now winter is calling,
i must drench and dress the cold rain,
give company to fallen the yellows, reds, and gold of leaves
until the first snow falls,
and all must celebrate the whiteness...."
All images are ©copyright emerald753. You may NOT use, replicate, manipulate, or modify images without my permission. All Rights Reserved
