A Murdered Girl Sleeps Next To The MotorwayA Poem by Leslie Philiberta pictureEyes shadowed from stars The not-quite silence rests On your bleached cheek; Trees adorn your faint skin The sun does what a sun does And melts water from your face A passing fox kisses your hand; The moon lights or not ; All this as the busy race Under orphaned bridges, tearless You are lost for the wrong reasons But safe under loam Sleeping in the ground like a blues.
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7 Reviews Added on April 2, 2014 Last Updated on April 2, 2014 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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