V.E. Taylor Writing

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MIA

A Poem by V.E. Taylor

The absense of the fleeting breezethat comforts on tired morningsexposes the pockets of hatredembedded in the wallsSwallowing rage like a giant pillru..

Waiting in the Fog

A Poem by V.E. Taylor

Tick-tock, the clock goes round Hurried seconds, the only sound The blackened sky succumbs to the pressure within A silenced sparrow sits on a ha..