Open Poetry #44 |
Mirage |
EvanescenceShy New Member
since 2009-03-01
Posts 8 |
Skin drips wet; moisture running down the neck dogs pant.Thirst for water earth gives in to brownish haze scorching sand, dry cracked dirt holes that warn of slither death.Little shade in which to steal;sun beats down taunts violent death. Liquid facade.Bluish gashes. Mirage Mirage? |
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Anniepimm Senior Member
since 2008-12-26
Posts 550England |
Excellent imagery sounds like a hot day in a desert Well penned |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed the Write! ARCTIC WIND HAPPY ST.PATRICKS DAY! |
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