This WasA Poem by Connor
Roman candles spread like spider webs,
and sand beneath our feet, this is where the tide, ebbs and flows.
This is where the flowers grow, this is where the river flows. Let's pour asphalt haphazardly, build buildings out of concrete. Burning like mad candles, the sky lights up, we left our sandals, at the edge of society. This is a chaotic breed. This is where the flowers grow, this is where the river flows. Let's pour asphalt haphazardly, build buildings out of concrete This was where the river was, this was where the flowers grew. © 2010 Connor |
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2010 Last Updated on May 25, 2010 AuthorConnorAbouti'm a journalism student attending northeastern university. my dorm bookshelf currently holds big sur by jack kerouac, the stranger by albert camus and junky by william burroughs. my favorite music ar.. more..Writing
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