delight385
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I enjoy writing poetry. Simple.
Writing
Moist lips
She sits waiting for the sound / The sound that has become her start gun / She is unaware of how her body shakes / All she feels is the dryness in her mouth / She takes another drag of her cigarette /…
Individuality
Nine little children all in a row / Eight of them friends, one of them foe.
The System
Sometimes / You / Succumb / To / Everyone’s / Mayhem.
You
What a delight it is to see your face / What a pleasure it is to feel your embrace / What joy can be given in this place / What love will fill my heart’s space / You, You, You….
The Wind and the Tree
I watch the tree fiercely sway in the shadows of the night / I hear its rustling leaves brushing each other / I step closer to feel the wind that moves through them / The wind touches my body and sees…
