troublegal05 Posted January 5, 2005 Share Posted January 5, 2005 Black river flowing down white mountian tops into a valley of green velvet Pity your stain upon my sleeve And blacken your stream to a pillow left behind Stream your remembrance to hands aligned with grief Smear a truth of color through skin so bare and feeble and tear a face clear of an image set to a photo capturd by a screen ruled by the cynical eye and wash away these foolish lies Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
in_the_mirror Posted January 5, 2005 Share Posted January 5, 2005 wow i really liked your poem it was great Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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