Open Poetry #12 |
promise |
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since 2001-02-20
Posts 89 |
what i see through your eyes... a landscape ravaged empty riverbeds grass, dry and threatened by approaching sun you turn from me... but not before a fragile seed slips from your hand... slowly, i walk across the field across your silence at first, aware of only footsteps hitting ground but then... a smaller sound a shift of earth from deep inside where something pushes upward |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
I can put some thought into this one, and I like that Very nice |
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since 2001-02-20
Posts 89 |
thanks for taking time to read and comment, Rex |
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