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Revolving Doors

Poetry By: Juli Monat

The world around me.

Submitted:Apr 1, 2013    Reads: 1    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Sometimes the world, is there,

Just for us to snare

Sometimes, what the hell is all

Around us?

Never mind...next bus!

How is it then; the rooster and-

The hen,

Can't take off? Yes, the world-

Is there, for all of us, to take care,

Or to spark, the flares,

Let's take a look,

Is our home, our space, nice to read,

Such a big book!

Yes, sometimes, there is, our world,

Being sculpture, molded so fine,

Like one, sword,

Many voices; playing one-chord,

Sometimes, this world,


Like too many, too heavy,

Revolving doors.

By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2013


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