Fall Poem by Matthew Foor

Fall



Last of the coatless days
Finished are the constant rays
of sun and smiles

Ended is the faint laughter
No more children playing in the streets
Gone is it all
Born is the fall

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 10 February 2013

hmmm...it looks like my neighborhood nobody playing outside they're busy playing their play station. i love it.

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