Falling Leaves Floating from the place of their growth, Then falling safely to Mother earth. Customary colors fill the view, With golden, orange and amber hues. Making a soft landing sound as they tumble down, Changing colors of the waiting ground. Wading through the steepest piles, Bringing sounds... Sign in to see full entry.
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I am a Vietnam Veteran of eighteen months and twenty three years in the U.S. Air Force who writes poetry. I sell my five hundred poems on cd's. My poetry is of lifes joy and termoils. I have written five hundred poems in four years and have recieved multiple accolades. You will enjoy my works due to the care and the emotions that I have created. Please enjoy yourself as you flow through my writeings. Writing Poetry is like Painting with words. "Robert Louis Stevenson:. Thank you for your reading my work.
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