Open Poetry #40 |
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Springs Portrait |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
A whisper through the rain Where cars turned the pavement Into the cold black that massaged The spring’s current from the porch’s grey stained Tiles to the streets signs that sprang with ease As their white stained signs lye together with the cars That passed. It is the camouflage of the sun, as the teardrops that mask The power lines, shade the acres of grass, and smile To the angels that pave the cities streets with its touch. Springs rain, tangles the hands of the sun, maroons around the grim faces of those that walk, as birds chatter, To the flying echoes of the south bend towards the sun. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
very beautiful.your turned hard things into very soft spirit. enjoyed |
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