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Whitewashed Rock
Contributed by
eyesrustedshut
on
Wednesday, 21st January 2004 @ 05:45:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Towering trees become fragile, coated with ice The forest floor appears alive with the scurrying of mice And this blanket we call sky is falling down Every piece of it connects to whiten the ground It feels like all is in slow motion and its raining As if I'm part of a masterpiece that God is painting The canvas is this minute rock we live on And it doesn't take long before the paint is dried and gone This season is so majestic the trees even bow Not to mention its ability to numb, I'm going in now
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2004-01-21 17:45:27] (Date/Time posted on
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