Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Poem on an Incident

pale
pale
not the face
 i know
rags, ripped
stone
cold.

"here she is"
he spoke
at last

"i do not see her"
i replied
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1 comment:

  1. leila greenMarch 29, 2011 at 12:55 PM

    I love this poem so much
    I can't explain it... Gives me the chills...
    :) <33

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