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Society's Ghost

While society sleeps,
she hunts.

Looking for treasures,
enrichment of life.

Night prowler,
while society sleeps.

Digging and sorting
through their broken
dreams.

A chipped cup, a
discarded postcard,
yesterday's lunch.

New found treasures,
enrichment of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The hungry are calling me lately...it's strange I know!

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  • smiley
    September 18, 2007

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    Hmmmmm

    this was a different piece.. I would say a different angle as well..

    Yvonne

  • Cwm
    August 27, 2007

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    Must not forget the hungry indeed thank you for sharing this poem, it has an important message. Thanks.


  • Danneh
    August 27, 2007

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    Who are we hiding from?
    But the person in the mirror
    as we despose of the last evidence
    of our greatest regrets.

    ~*~
    Beautiful write hun.
    -Danneh<3