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MOTHER'S WRATH
Leaves like dying butterflies.
Falling slow,to color worlds.
Clouds move over daylight moon.
Destructive winds,from laughing storms.
Mother may I murder thee?
For all the times you've murdered me?
I'm still staring at the sky,
with these three jaded eyes of mine.
Falling slow,to color worlds.
Clouds move over daylight moon.
Destructive winds,from laughing storms.
Mother may I murder thee?
For all the times you've murdered me?
I'm still staring at the sky,
with these three jaded eyes of mine.
Published 18th Nov 2013
| Edited 19th Nov 2013
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19th Nov 2013 10:07pm
beautifully written, I especially love the opening lines and 'Mother may I murder thee?' was a powerful punch. The kind that makes a poem even more memorable.
