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Killing a Poem

A lady is lying in her blanket of sadness-
tears gliding slowly reaching her palms-
her eyes,
soaked with tears-


her mom taps her back,
"what's the problem?, she asks
"nothing mom, its just me".


she wipes her tears and writes,
"A lady is lying in her blanket of sadness-
tears gliding slowly reaching her palms"
she rings the other end of the line
"I have my thoughts ready, would you mind listening..."


the call ended
so her poem died.

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4 endeavored to criticize:

Jade said...

very good - the circular motion
of your poem, and the concept of
the death of a poem - with no one
to read her.

Anonymous said...

thanks for the comment! :) keep in touch always.

P.S
a poem written,
out of the blue.

Px said...

i also write instantaneously! :D

i miss you! mwah!mwah!

Damsel said...

i miss you too GkAe! kip in touch always.