Summers sun sets to the west,
Aray or color blend the dawn,
Red to blue reflects in best,
Everythhing seen above the lawn.
Painting come alive,
But life becomes paintings,
Clouds glitter in the light,
Shades and tint in sight,
Nothing man can take,
But wish in its hieght.
Skies swirl in a cream of color,
Night aproaches with not day,
The artist see his dream,
But just stays and lays.
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Poems and Random
There is both love and emo poems... mostly dark ones. I am not emo but i can write them. These are all written by me too! But if i suck all well!!
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