See the Last LineA Poem by Luke Rawlings
Twirling a pen in his hands like a sword,
The ink stains before him a steadfast ward, A declaration of his own independence, To validate his untimely absence. Gone. A cloud of sapphire smoke. A flicker of white light. A chat with a friendly bloke. A shock and a fright. The vibration of a string. A childlike caper. Witnessing a wing, The creasing of paper. These are how one strengthens that inner whelp. Can you help others when you need help? © 2013 Luke RawlingsReviews
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10 Reviews Added on July 22, 2013 Last Updated on July 22, 2013 AuthorLuke RawlingsHuddersfield, West Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutI got showed this site by a friend. I like writing poetry and I am open to criticism, as it's the only way to get better. =D. Anything else you want to know, just add me on Facebook :) more..Writing
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