"beaings" poems
I hear autum leaves under my feat crunching
I see the leaves falling off and no more leaves are left on the trees
I feal the cool breaze on my face
I love god's creations of Human beaings, Holiadays, Spring, Summer, Fall, winter, and finally animals
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC