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Crying a Color

Poetry By: Cody22


Submitted:Feb 16, 2013    Reads: 41    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

It happens!

a flower blows

a blast of color

into the camouflage

a beautiful beacon

of hope

in the dust

of a city's



a rose canopy

the pulse

of the capital

hot coffee

and cigars

in high noon

petals garroted

on bayonets

Talk in the square

folding bread

radio antenna adjusted

pictures in place

glowing garlands march

born from a pulse

of lead pellets and flowers

crying a color.


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