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Monday, March 10, 2014

Blank Verse

The taste of the wind
relied solely on your
imagination.
The fruit of your soul
relied solely on her
answer.

Foreign body language
was love afraid to reveal
itself, like prom dressed
queens.

She spent most of her
time crying near the
Colorado Columbines;
tears saturating the soil.

Broaden your horizons,
maybe then, you will see
the sunrise again.

1 comments:

Mike Jones said...

she spent most her time crying near the Colorado columbines; nice work. keep up the good work.

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