It is the love that falls with fall
It is the passion if I can call
The trees are short and tall
Where my kids play and fall
Charmed with the smell I drawn
The trees, the grass and the rose
Surrounded by the trees was not my desire
Now with this view I am alive
The leaves are dancing with the flies
Now no more tears or cries
To a place called IUP I fly
With all the mystery it implies
On my desire to learn I rely
Leaving my life behind standby…..
I wrote this poem last fall Dec. 2010
Samah
It is the passion if I can call
The trees are short and tall
Where my kids play and fall
Charmed with the smell I drawn
The trees, the grass and the rose
Surrounded by the trees was not my desire
Now with this view I am alive
The leaves are dancing with the flies
Now no more tears or cries
To a place called IUP I fly
With all the mystery it implies
On my desire to learn I rely
Leaving my life behind standby…..
I wrote this poem last fall Dec. 2010
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