A voice to their ownA Poem by M.A. CarrThunder cries out with an ominous sound a voice that needs no repeal rain paddles down stream off the roof birds caress the air with their songs of wild contentment airplanes buzz overhead the sky brushes away with dark © 2014 M.A. Carr |
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1 Review Added on April 10, 2014 Last Updated on April 10, 2014 AuthorM.A. CarrCaldwell, OHAboutI'm a 29 year-old aspiring writer. I attended school for communication arts and I plan on taking more courses online for my B.A. I would describe myself as reserved, eclectic, open-minded, and down .. more..Writing
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