A Present Of Nothing NewA Poem by Travis LawrenceAn observation and a question
a shade of brighter green leaves lies below the inside of the air of half open windows breathes the winds and breezes pine needles sticks the air and rises to dull and darkened greenly through slanted glass swallows in vibrancies dead and dyed gray skies play off white clouds depressed to sense a relaxed breath only coldly exhaled from real into reality frozen in now a present of nothing new No past but repetition No future but what’s to be done? © 2008 Travis LawrenceAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on April 10, 2008 AuthorTravis LawrenceAustin, TXAboutI'm a 29-year-old using this site to backup my writings, which are mostly poems. Leave a comment if you like, they always make me smile. Have a nice day! more..Writing
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