The sky cries
--onto leaves.
Trickles.
Condenses.
Falls
--on glass.
Windshield wipers.
Ch-peace-aos
Posted by ScribbleScribe on June 5, 2009 - 18:24
from the ABC set My Poetry
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Amna | June 7, 2009 - 23:27
It took me a moment to grasp the title and how it's "braided" into the poem. An original piece, I like this :)