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Tomer
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0 posted 2008-03-24 01:11 PM



His two small feet,
Shoveling side by side
As the rocks in front
Scattered across the grey scented pavement.

His arms slid along
His red and blue flannel shirt,
With the middle button slowly peeling,
Sieged under the parks rough dirt.

The warm sky dimmed,
His mother sailed his name
Through the eastern streets,
As his curls waved with her echo.

His skin was rigid,
His hands tinted,
And beneath his breath
He looked up through the two faced window,
His mothers blonde locks
Cascading with the chicken pot steam,
Her rose peddled cheeks ran along
The cream slimmed kitchen,
To a belly softened
Beneath his creased flannel shirt.


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Seoulair
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1 posted 2008-03-27 03:31 AM


This is a very lovely poem.
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Gaia
2 posted 2008-03-27 09:01 PM


"His mother sailed his name
Through the eastern streets,
As his curls waved with her echo."
a beautiful write, especially the above line.

Tomer
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since 2002-06-28
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3 posted 2008-03-28 12:05 PM


Thanks for the responses, happy both of you enjoyed.

-Tomer

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