BuriedA Poem by Bee
falling ice
crashing down, sharp as a razors edge Rain beside it soft against my skin a song not yet seen thrums behind my chapped lips struggling to escape each note warbles tentative in the air vunerable to even the most gentle drop suddenly cut down drowned out washed away never heard buried by a storm without an end
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1 Review Added on October 15, 2012 Last Updated on October 15, 2012 AuthorBeePAAboutI'm a moody adolescent who enjoys books and animals more than human interaction. more..Writing
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