A brown paper bag blowing around on the sidewalk.
You see your mother she passes a wisper It never stops.
You look into a camra , see a goat tucked away in the darkness.
The bright black shovel on the beach full of water.
Painted pink, the color of dawn.
You cant hear, your soul difts away.
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Anna I really enjoyed reading your poem my favorite line is when you said You cant hear, your soul difts away and I also really liked your golden line.
ReplyDeleteoivia that was last weeks poem but thank you so much anyway
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