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weepingwillow poetry
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| peace the harmony fills my soul as the beauties open their rose lips and let out an ethereal sound that shatters the queen's cup spilling scarlet liquid on paper skin, she laughs and sound bounces off sound making it all the more glorious, she smiles still entranced by children's voices, a single tear rolls down the queen's face and bumps appear out of nowhere all over her glowing skin, the sunlight dapples the ground filtering through the trees making the faces from which the music is flowing shine bronze, peace fills every moment but one, in which a cry rang out breaking the glass web spun by children, the queen is thrown from her bench and it is broken in two, the warm breeze that once carried music now carries cries of children being beaten and the screams of a mother who cannot help her dying baby, then, suddenly, there is quiet again and it settles like a woolen blanket over the remnants of peace. ---M.Walsh Copyright (c) 2001 by Margaret Walsh. All Rights Reserved. |
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