I. The mistaken afternoon
I'm dressed for the cold.
Behind the windows,
It's cloudy, all of the kids
see the changing of the birds
in the yellow tree.
The afternoon was spent out
along the river.
And a blush of an apple
trembles in the roofs.
II. I'm dressed for the cold
in the mistaken afternoon.
Behind the windowpanes,
the sky is cloudy, and all of
the kids saw the colorful
birds in the yellow tree.
I spent the afternoon
Along the riverside,
when a blush of an apple
falls from a tree.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
I. The mistaken afternoon
I'm dressed for the cold.
Behind the windows,
It's cloudy, all of the kids
see the changing of the birds
in the yellow tree.
The afternoon was spent out
along the river.
And a blush of an apple
trembles in the roofs.
II. I'm dressed for the cold
in the mistaken afternoon.
Behind the windowpanes,
the sky is cloudy, and all of
the kids saw the colorful
birds in the yellow tree.
I spent the afternoon
Along the riverside,
when a blush of an apple
falls from a tree.
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