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This is a form of poetry called 'concrete'. It is written in the shape of the subject matter.
Unfortunately the shape was destored when posted to this page and I have been unable to edit it. Apparently you can see the shape when you post a comment. So Sorry.
Submitted:Oct 14, 2006 Reads: 282 Comments: 4 Likes: 0
A
Prism
of sadness
a piece of soul
falls from the windows
of the house where you live
trickling droplets of emotion
to hard to handle - finally let go
relieving the strain of your pain
they fall from your eyes like rain
until you are totally drained
so you can rise up again
to play the game
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