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nothing. haunts
field of black pansies
morning dew gathers
slips, one drips
cresending windchime soundless
amid silent taciturn
heard
descry
when there's nothing to fear
knowing.
nothing. haunts
morning dew gathers
slips, one drips
cresending windchime soundless
amid silent taciturn
heard
descry
when there's nothing to fear
knowing.
nothing. haunts
Published 2nd Aug 2012
| Edited 4th Aug 2012
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Anonymous
2nd Aug 2012 9:18pm
cresending windchime soundless love that line
4th Aug 2012 8:36am
Anonymous
2nd Aug 2012 10:29pm
RESPONSE IN FORM OF A POEM
It looks so serene
But something is not right
It is not in the air
It is out of your sight
You cannot say
You do not fear
You just reassure yourself
That objectively speaking
There SHOULD be NOTHING to fear
It looks so serene
But something is not right
It is not in the air
It is out of your sight
You cannot say
You do not fear
You just reassure yourself
That objectively speaking
There SHOULD be NOTHING to fear
4th Aug 2012 8:36am
