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Jun 09, 2009
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A Moment
I fell upon
the broken glass
it did not hurt
but the colour is stained
the grass was soft
with my tears extra salty
the bears white fur
marked the spot on the map
I practice my bass
inside a cavern so deep
hurl me to another place
where the trees hum
and a wild storm stirs
my feet are sore and numb
time to lie still
with my head in the sand.
the broken glass
it did not hurt
but the colour is stained
the grass was soft
with my tears extra salty
the bears white fur
marked the spot on the map
I practice my bass
inside a cavern so deep
hurl me to another place
where the trees hum
and a wild storm stirs
my feet are sore and numb
time to lie still
with my head in the sand.
— Fleur MacDonald, Jun 09, 2009
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Critiques
Lonnie
17 years ago
An enigmatic Masterpiece!
Fleur MacDonald
17 years ago
Why thankyou,
odiumscurse
17 years ago
Nice
Fleur MacDonald
17 years ago
Yep,
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