Open Poetry #12 |
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Distraction |
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mark woolard Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 143 |
Louder than wind through trees does each moment pass, imprisoning whispers from lips (so soft) to cause envy in the clouds though there are none. Each day a blister, unrelenting sun, crack the earth and settle dust on blades of grass now wilting in the heat. No respite from the air which you can taste with the tongue, cracked as the ground which once was fertile: Too many feet attatched to too much man, Louder than the ocean, tasting the sand. |
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That must have been one heck of a distraction....... ![]() |
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