Die...A Poem by Frank F. Atanacioconfusion, loss, sadnessHer gaze held his, and he could feel her understanding she would watch him die, and not be demanding, as a single tear invaded his eye, she knew the reasons why, after a moment her shoulders slumped, she turned away, his emotions were dumped, as she had nothing else to say, and he jumped, the expression on her face had changed from that of disgrace to a frown of worry, then reality hit in a hurry, with a lowly sigh, she slowly whispered, die... © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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Added on February 15, 2009 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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