fogA Poem by PianoandPagefound this while cleaningwe woke up in cloudbanks on loan from the sky the highways were currents the traffic the tide we washed up on islands one tribe at a time and smoked our last smokes shook the sea from our eyes
off-shore the orchestra dances demurely while the sirens soprano counterpointing piano opaqueing the skyline a wonderous white. © 2008 PianoandPageFeatured Review
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Added on October 21, 2008Last Updated on October 21, 2008 AuthorPianoandPagesan jose, CAAboutMy name is Amy and I am a 35 year old creative poet, writer, pianist, and lover of life and nature. I tend to write about my passions both good and bad. I love to challenge myself and improve my style.. more..Writing
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