Open Poetry #1 |
Dear Mom, |
garret New Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 7Harrisville, N.H 03450 |
I can see you there with miles of concrete and traffic and people below. The day is warm spring and wind moves your hair gently around. The irony of nobody there to catch a glimpse of the sky the beautiful night sky, is too much. That old sun has etched its last line for the last time but you would hate for it to go away. Even in those final minutes when the milky moon becomes your eyes you look up and wonder what would be if you could speak to the world one last time. Before the milky moon became your eyes. |
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Krystal Member
since 1999-06-19
Posts 140Shelton,WA USA |
This is sad, touching... I liked it. ------------------ Shannon D. Montgomery ("Krystal") |
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