The petals white by Keith D Allison In the hands of twisted night falling of the snow motion moves the sadness of empty halls whispers, whispers of the shadows walk the horn of brass Trimble's time freeze the water no flow of heart do not move as the stars do mourn as the dry flowers dew 10/25/2009 Posted on 10/26/2009 Copyright © 2026 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/26/09 at 04:47 PM ... excellent! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)