The BlindA Poem by Kelli Wyatt9-3-11 10:24 p.m.
Trees rush by
Slowly slowing I feel the pressure building Time is nearly stopped I blink. Down runs the blind The carvers of mountains.
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Added on September 4, 2011 Last Updated on September 4, 2011 AuthorKelli WyattWA, JapanAboutI started writing free-form poetry in high school. Most of my poems have darker themes - those are the personal ones. If they have a lighter theme, chances are it was a contest prompt of some sort. .. more..Writing
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