day oneA Poem by Alicia
the sun
that boiling orb cracks over the mountains and rolling hills spills its yolk leaves a thin viscous layer of raw sunshine to warm the cool grass below the land opens up blooming without hesitation as if creating a new world is routine an unknown cliché of sorts © 2010 Alicia |
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Added on February 17, 2010 Last Updated on February 17, 2010 AuthorAliciaMOAboutI live in the Chamber of Secrets and have a timeshare in Narnia (where I throw foam parties every weekend). I love Moon Over Buffalo and backwards ghost messages. I live for apple juice and british .. more..Writing
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