![]() WhisperA Poem by Annebelle AshireL i s t e n to the people
h i s p e r i n g their lies.
t a r i n g you down
o u n t i n g every glare.
l a d e s and silver knives
u t t i n g up your worthless lives.
a t c h i n g smoke rise up,
o r m i n g teary eyes.
i s t e n to the people
h i s p e r i n g their lies. © 2008 Annebelle AshireAuthor's Note
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Added on April 24, 2008Last Updated on April 24, 2008 Author![]() Annebelle AshireLoves Park, ILAboutFind some of my older work at: Www.Allpoetry.com/Scarletletter You may consider my being as "just another writer ", and I don't mind that so much.. The thing that tends to rather annoy me most... more..Writing
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