World ReflectedA Poem by Tenten
eyes to the ground
keep your head bowed
i see the world reflected
in broken cement steps
dying grass
opened day flowers
the blossoming night breed
a tossed out used condom
and cigarette buds
in this mess
eyes to the ground
beauty can become confused
with the bitter sweetness
of reality's taste
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Added on August 30, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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