Tapioca puddingA Poem by Cheavel DeLunaCold water runs. Words spill out. Misspelled, wrong.
Curious. Do you understand it? Resonance.
Harmony in the air. It floats and quivers. Reaching my ears. Broken notes. Shatter, tear.
Listen. Drink it up.
The music fulls your body. Opens your mouth. Words flow out. Divided, lost.
Shiver, dear cricket, you are ghost. © 2010 Cheavel DeLuna |
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Added on December 5, 2010 Last Updated on December 5, 2010 AuthorCheavel DeLunaPAAboutI'm a human. Mostly. I'm am aspiring starving artist. Everything on here is copyrighted. To me. Unless otherwise stated that is.. Salty? Enjoy! more..Writing
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