HOPE, by michelle hoult Subscribe to rss feed for michelle hoult

The leaves they fell
from high above
The red,
The orange,
So vibrant
 
The chill of air
And warmth of love.
That fetters bodies closer
 
The path lay covered,
below the vivid colour. 
She waits in meaningful hope.

Posted: 2010-11-07 20:37:35 UTC

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