Mary's RumA Poem by IndaMary's Rum
The Ocean is in her eyes, there time flies, I lose myself, at her disposal- on her shelf. Strong like whiskey, I can see only her beauty; can she see me? Am I the reason she cries? Or am I lost in a sea of lies? There the rose cries for her and the sun shines upon some unimportant matter, the duck pond is empty, the dream is put down gently and the madman is on the run. -She’s back, break out the rum!
© 2013 IndaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 2, 2013 Last Updated on August 2, 2013 AuthorIndamiami, 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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