Desolate BonesA Poem by BrokenWingedPhoenixWind-swept
willows despondently twisting, Swirling and
waiting; into darkness anticipating. Watery veins
distending transversely, Against tarnished
war-torn windows; shells escalating. Eagerly
peering…extending…into the great Divide.
Ever belligerent,
dampened of spirit, Fighting the
torrents of glaring brilliant light. Howling in the
distance, enter the gale-force lamb, The nocturnal
embrace of a nation’s demise is at hand. © 2015 BrokenWingedPhoenixReviews
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StatsAuthorBrokenWingedPhoenixMIAboutI'm a Browncoat, a Whovian, an animal advocate, a voice for the ones that cannot speak, a friend of the environment, and a warrior woman. As far as hobbies go, I write poetry, short stories and I pain.. more..Writing
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