Open Poetry #42 |
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Deafly White |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her locks shredded to the floor As her tears lye awake on her frozen lashes, Her hands shook like the rain that fell On her windowsill that morning. Like the winds friend, She couldn’t be seen anymore, Her voice bare a crows shriek As his feet seeped around her, A neat white blouse Without a pulse. |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
Chilled. Do you want tell something about your poem? |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful flow...James |
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