Dancing on a DoorframeA Poem by Julia Squires
Dancing on a doorframe,
Long before the dawn; Winter's where the water goes, When the tears go frozen hard. And the nighttime knows the nocturne, And the keeper knows the chord; But most of all, the mockingbird Can't sing a single word. © 2014 Julia Squires |
StatsAuthorJulia SquiresAboutHi everyone!! My name is Julia. I'm an 18-year-old aspiring prose author with an even greater passion for poetry; I love the sound and rhythm of language itself, how words can flow and dip and swing b.. more..Writing
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