Photo-poetry
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Two birds
of white and grey,
Each going
a different way.
of white and grey,
Each going
a different way.
Golden sunset
with the sky afire,
The heart lightens
and the eye admires.
with the sky afire,
The heart lightens
and the eye admires.
Brick house
under painted skies,
The wind blows
making clouds fly.
under painted skies,
The wind blows
making clouds fly.
Evening moon
of pale white,
Shining with
an ethereal light.
of pale white,
Shining with
an ethereal light.
Yes, once in a while I feel like writing bad poetry.
If you don’t like it - deal with it. Better yet - drop me a comment saying how much you hate it. The choice is yours and yours alone 
Until next time - keep on rhyming!
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Yes, once in a while I feel like writing bad poetry.
Why don’t you, then?
This was good stuff man.
Comment by Anshul — March 15, 2006 @ 11:55 pm
ive honestly read worse poetry than that!
great pictures by the way…
Comment by michelle — March 19, 2006 @ 9:20 am