spectrumA Poem by HermioneI wake up
after the sun but it still
comes my windows
black but it’s
stronger hands go past a
spectrum of doubt, the
rainfall of mistrust,
well it won’t let me down. Rays abound render me
impervious and blind as
I may be, just as much
as it makes me it’s feeling
floods. © 2010 Hermione |
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Added on March 22, 2010 Last Updated on March 22, 2010 AuthorHermioneStrawberry Fields, MIAboutSpeak, sir, and be wise. Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples. more..Writing
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