UntitledA Poem by Morgan Purcell
Everything
displayed in the forefront Uncertain the repercussions hasty decisions will bring The singing stops! "Thank-You!""Please,Please" But the crowd roars on The winds of salvation Bringing or taking I never know A traveler in the night A near sighted journeyman Going unknown May the wind take my ember Wherever her disorder seems fit © 2013 Morgan PurcellAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 7, 2013 Last Updated on May 7, 2013 AuthorMorgan PurcellLincoln, NEAboutThe mind not restrained by logic is a beautiful flower. more..Writing
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