Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,996 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Freedom*it*my*soul - Poem by Is It Poetry

Beauty vision weary shirt viel roughshod
small feet I gave to you.
Virgin marble pink one color veins across
my face all know.
Bringing wool this time this year thinking I
will change this place you fear.
Vestiage hope the faith O small betrayed
he was by you.
Bright no call in night this soul berift.to you
vanity no shame your stead of truth.


Comments about Freedom*it*my*soul by Is It Poetry

  • Rookie Tsira Goge (12/12/2008 1:56:00 PM)

    Well and well... As Botticelli's picture.... 5+5
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  • Rookie Tolulope Akinwole (12/12/2008 5:35:00 AM)

    nice one there....10 for it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, December 19, 2008


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