Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Summer................
Dusty winds Hot summer day Frozen heart
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Sweat laden bodies Sun shining bright Clouding the mind
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Shimmering sun Filtering through the leaves Shadows my thoughts
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