ActsA Poem by ConfuserActs She walks through green willows, Murky rivers channels through her
mind, Old cypresses feeding atop time, Limbs of the willow hang down so
low, Under grounds where her roots grow, You lie and cut the roots feeding
her, You will die because you deceived her. If she writes your names on her wall, You meet her and blood falls,
Forked tongued men, reptilian serpents, Dark divided seasons for no reason. She does not turn the other cheek, There is release, but no peace. Sharp tongues and bitter mouths, Have turned her mind inside out. © 2014 ConfuserFeatured Review
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Added on December 5, 2014Last Updated on December 8, 2014 Tags: Anger, evil, reconcilation, sanity, earth AuthorConfuserManning, SCAboutHappily married with three wonderful children. The first poem I attempted was Paper Heart which I submitted here last year. People here have been so kind and encouraging! Their feedback and reading t.. more..Writing
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