once rechargeable batteriesA Poem by Red Brick Keshner
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Who can tell the difference between gallantry and deceit; that is clear only to the querying breeze? Who could not smell the pungent heavy cloud before the pulling of the petulant wind? Further, afar off, no one inquires about foreseen mornings unseen dreams once winged zephyrs echo in forgotten hallways. Perched high on rock faces grim beneath the humming of the bird, awash on porous promontories - failure now permeates the abject soul. ` © 2010 Red Brick Keshner |
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1 Review Added on September 3, 2010 Last Updated on September 3, 2010 AuthorRed Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..Writing
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