Long nights and even longer days,
Bright lights confuse eyes with shadow plays.
Cold blows threw open windows
As rain falls slow with perfect crescendo.
The only sound made is silence, starting to propound it's bias,
To a feebleminded slow creation that are likened to condemnation.
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Author:
Jmcg (
Offline) - Published: December 8th, 2016 18:50
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Comments1
This little piece hits home. .. I like the inner and last rhyme ...The message is well executed ... The title gave me the urge to open it. .. and it worth reading. ..hope this one has it part 2.... IAK hahha
well written and be waiting for more
Gel
Thank you
You're welcome dear
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