The InnocentA Poem by IndaThe Innocent
Shadows swallowed whole, he stole it all; Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. Plants stumble as the ground crumbles, the children gathered around my feet. The apple’s rotten, time has forgotten the innocent scent of the rose; so sweet. © 2013 IndaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 2, 2013 Last Updated on February 2, 2013 Author
Indamiami, FLAboutI love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..Writing
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