![]() untitledA Poem by FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleI went for a late night walk at 4 AM Lightning bugs resembled the patterns of stars above So I, knelt on the edge of a bridge, lit the orange end of a
cigarette To join in on the fluorescent choir; All sustained by the sound of the river, flowing Below. © 2013 FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBle |
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Added on June 15, 2013 Last Updated on June 15, 2013 Author![]() FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBleBloomington , INAbout“Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.” more..Writing
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