Girl At A Bus StopA Poem by Leslie Philiberta poem I wrote quickly, that needs some workA white dress full of winter cherries; hair curled with frost. A carried box tied with string and legends. Maybe a modelled sister,or a ghost from a playground. You turn to circumnavigate in all this road and wonder that this is as a finger of snow in April. The sky is hasty with a flock of clouds, broody, hanging - The next day empty ; just a shape without standing ; colder.
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11 Reviews Added on March 18, 2015 Last Updated on March 18, 2015 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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