StrickenA Poem by beautifulblade6/12/15
Dark purple pinwheels
spin in open waters, wait for winds to push their arms towards the end of eternity. They are bound to the earth by brokenness amidst chaos of bleeding hurricanes and laboring tornadoes -- forever reaching for infinity but falling back upon themselves. © 2015 beautifulblade |
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Added on December 2, 2015 Last Updated on December 2, 2015 AuthorbeautifulbladeMNAboutMy name is Mariah Lichty. I'm 20 years old and have been writing for around six years. more..Writing
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