Saturday, December 25, 2010

vanished

**two little poems -or wannabe poems- that have to do w/the same idea

There was a dove flying in the sky
a sound...
straight to the floor she fell,
her chest bleeding,
the concrete broke her wings.
A gunshot.


There was a flower dancing to the wind melody
warmth....
quickly consumed
withered and burned
the heat destroyed her fragrance.
A fire.

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