Open Poetry #21 |
The storm |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
The troubled sky changed its complexion, Appearing somber, sad and bruised, While on the busy intersections, Piano keys endured our shoes And wailing notes were slowly oozing From sheets of clouds torn to shreds, But only street-lamps heard this music And humbly bowed their metal heads. Check out my poetry here: |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
But only street-lamps heard this music And humbly bowed their metal heads. I really like this. It was different, and original. Great write. |
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