Author: Voldehmort PM
Just a really short poem I wrote in my school's after school club. :-)Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 42 - Published: 10-10-12 - id: 3064608
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A small striking crunch,
of a lizard stepping on sycamore leaves.
Twinkling of the midnight stars,
unseen by the unfortunate blind.
The smell of burnt houses,
lived in by wounded souls.
The feel of flaking trees,
whistling with lifeless leaves.