Ghost, by adam greenleaf |
The sun shine's in a empty room,footsteps clatter on the wooden floor,they echo within it's four walls. music play's somewhere it's tune cannot be found anywhere. Laughter is heard by children,the room is happy till the sun goes down. |
Posted: 2009-08-16 23:06:48 UTC |
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2009-10-01 03:34:16 | (darkkisses) |
Vary nice poem short but sweet :) |