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Things I wrote on 5/3/09:
Birds' chirping.
The woman yawned, stretching and sitting up.
A stray streak of sunlight.
It caught onto his face and she smiled softly down at him.
A beep.
The alarm clock buzzed annoyingly and she reached to turn it off.
A smile.
His hand shot up and grabbed her hand, and he smiled up at her.
"Good morning"
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~A blooming flower
A beauty is introduced
The world rejoices
A word is spoken
A tense silence is broken
The sun shines again
Spring is awake now
The trees are full with green leaves
The Earth is awake~
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((this one went with a picture, but I'm not authorized to post it, so just imagine the pic as the poem describes it.))
When The Rivers Run Red....
The lovers will sit, back to back on the river bank.
When the Rivers Run Red....
The man will whisper softly into the bittersweet air that surrounds them.
When the Rivers Run Red....
She will stare into the sky, soaking up his words with intellectual hunger.
When the Rivers Run Red....
He will smile as silence settles, eyes closing in murderous bliss.
But Only When the Rivers Run Red....
 Sin Avarice · Sat May 16, 2009 @ 02:31am · 0 Comments |
