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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Poem

I gazed out the fluffy white gazebo at the blue and purple night sky like a duvet with a gaping hole in it.
I hear crickets chirping their songs.
The trees dance the tango with the wind.
The glittering sand and the exhilarated sea coming in and out like a heavyweight boxer.
Finally one lone solder rises to meet the challenge of the fiery red sentry sounding the alarm.
It's springtime

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

nice poem logan rm15

Anonymous said...

nice poem i reaally liked your subject =D
Yours sincerely Joe & Shivam