How Quickly They All LeaveA Poem by Moflo
The salty breath of the ocean on this summer's eve
The hand she used to sculpt this perfect dream; Basically the dreadfulness of everything. Nothing seems as funny to me as how quickly they all leave. The subtle kiss our final night received Before the sunlight came and burnt the seeds I buried in the public's field of dreams; Nothing seems as funny to me as how quickly they all leave. The buildings in the sky seem to retreat And her glaring eyes full of deceit; Seems her exit is the only thing concrete, Nothing seems as funny to me as how quickly they all leave. © 2011 MofloAuthor's Note
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25 Reviews Added on January 9, 2011 Last Updated on January 9, 2011 AuthorMofloNYAboutI am a 26 year old recent college grad trying to establish myself. Recently moved back to NY from Pennsylvania and looking for work. Now working on becoming an English teacher. more..Writing
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