THE WALKA Poem by Rene Velez
And under grey clouds
a little boy fell to the side with his tricycle and smiled, another picture taken as Sean rapped strong about Fei Long, too early for the trees to show their true colors, not yet tucked in bed but was lucky to catch a patch of red roses, and in that second I felt my pulse, rush to my head as I crouched on my knees and thought about God while staring at an ant colony. © 2015 Rene Velez |
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1 Review Added on October 14, 2015 Last Updated on October 15, 2015 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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