Mist grazed over the waking town
As frost covered the grounds
Freshly frosted, fallen leaves scattered about
A single flower stands out- still in bloom;
Peeking out- peekaboo
One last glimpse of summer,
A kiss goodbye.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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