Topic: Pressed..for my friend..our scrapbook | |
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Pressed
I pressed a leaf between the pages, red, as drops, our blood. Fallen from the tree contained, the hopes of those we love. I remembered watching, the twirl and how the wind, danced and circled wispy, how fragile, it did land. It's beauty overwelmes me, and when our pages turn, Impression is a red leaf, This friendship love preserves. Raine Les 10/24/2009 |
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oh that was very good
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Pressed I pressed a leaf between the pages, red, as drops, our blood. Fallen from the tree contained, the hopes of those we love. I remembered watching, the twirl and how the wind, danced and circled wispy, how fragile, it did land. It's beauty overwelmes me, and when our pages turn, Impression is a red leaf, This friendship love preserves. Raine Les 10/24/2009 |
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