Guilt This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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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


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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jaaaws_17 said...
May 18, 2011 at 11:22 am

I'm almost speechless to this poem,

but this is magnificent.

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