Guilt MAG

By Michael S., Sacramento, CA

Too late the sun has set
For lowered eyes have noticed
How less the horizon flows gently
Capturing the image of the night
In the eyes of the unborn
And the hearts of space
Twinge at the sight of reflections
Water crystals spray petals
Of pillowcases and comforters
Billowing wind turns tables
Stooping low the branches
That scrape at your concious




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i love this so much!

on May. 18 2011 at 11:22 am
June_Survive SILVER, Kirbyville, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless.” -Jamie Paolinetti

"In the end, everything will be okay. If everything is not okay, it's not the end."
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I'm almost speechless to this poem,

but this is magnificent.


Leah:) said...
on Feb. 20 2009 at 9:42 pm
Wow! Really good!


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