Haunting Images

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Short poem about beauty being haunted by terrible things inside a guilty mind

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Hear the singing crows

Dimming light

See the falling snow

Around the corners of deception

That is when I mention

Remember that secretion

Never knowing night

Always another fight

Ready to collide

In my mind

Peer through the glass

There’s an open space

In the mass of flaming homes


Submitted: November 27, 2009

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