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She
She is delirious,
beneath the crimson trees.
She sucks the life out of thunder.
Tied up in the wilderness.
As the wind howls and heaven
freezes over.
She is the rain that lashes me,
as I drown in the flood.
beneath the crimson trees.
She sucks the life out of thunder.
Tied up in the wilderness.
As the wind howls and heaven
freezes over.
She is the rain that lashes me,
as I drown in the flood.
Published 1st Oct 2017
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16th Apr 2018 11:13am
Like the structure of this one ... short lines ... crisp line breaks ... the occasional use of "she" without overdoing it. Love the line "She sucks the life out of thunder" Bravo
16th Apr 2018 11:16am
16th Apr 2018 11:22am
I know what you mean ... it's not like the poem is writing itself ... it's like an inner voice ... a truer voice is whispering ... the soul's soft whisper
16th Apr 2018 11:34am
