Storming

March 11, 2008
By sarah bolwey, Delhi, NY

I can see the dimples left behind from your frown.
Your sadness echoes from the space you left behind, the bright red ora of hate showing through the now empty air.
YOur eyes tan like a river and your voice shook like an earthquake.
Down goes my defenses.
Your storm hit me hard.


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