Storm ChildA Poem by Tenten
In the midst of this storm
Torrents of rain and cold wind zephyrs
I recall being a child
Waiting for the fair to come
Anticipating rides, booths,
Bad for you, great tasting, over priced snacks
As the thunder beats overhead
Un-matching images still hold
The same joy of raw love
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 23, 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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