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The time of spring,
Birds singing happily,
To the tunes of their hearts.
Flowers peaking out,
Of their buds to gaze at the sun.
Green trees dancing,
To the song of the wind.
The solid stone,
Tired of the river constant beating against it,
Let's itself be withered away,
Forced to share its home.
- by Goddess of Nekos |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/08/2009 |
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- Title: The Creek
- Artist: Goddess of Nekos
- Description: There was a hidden creek behind my school. This is me writing about it.
- Date: 03/08/2009
- Tags: creek
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