Black ForestA Poem by kennyaabcccb short b's
blades of flame cut like scythes,
the real destruction protected by lies, you did this. columns of smoke replace what once were trees, forever and an age went into all of these, patiently sprouting from sapling was of no ease. and all from a kiss. © 2011 kenny |
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Added on July 2, 2011 Last Updated on July 2, 2011 AuthorkennyAboutI mostly write sad poems, tongue in cheek poems, and poems about rocks :) more..Writing
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