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Cacophony


Summer was shadows
She, a simple stone.
Spire could pierce the sun
Twelve, fait accompli.

Echoes danced with life
Cut flowers, dead
She stares down irony
There is no straightaway.

Waning, this fruit
Withered on the vine
Voices crumbling
Leaving things unsaid

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  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    November 19
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    Dissonance, indeed
    can be heard between the lines.
    Strong emotion expressed, Key.


    • Keystone Theater
      November 19
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      Oh, I was posting bad poems. :D

      • Aesthete2000 gold member
        November 20
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        Some of this collection
        occupies the PH's in which
        you placed the shower guy.
        I was going back to delete
        all the bar of soap, etc.
        comments!!


  • Heavenly Angel silver member
    November 18
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    Fine sharing
    Thank you for being part of this contest and for sharing your poetry
    I wish you the very best!
    ~Heavenly~