walkingintheceiling
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
drown
outside inside
a still wind
shaking colours
bandages
grasses hum
no one touch
that red mouth
inside outside
a wind still
shakes colours
grasses
that blue eye
is cried
out
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Gordon Mason
18 August 2010 at 16:46
Great poem from few words
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Simon Howard
19 August 2010 at 08:47
Thanks Gordon :-)
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Great poem from few words
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