Wullien Thang

Rookie - 90 Points (18-april-1991 / Panama)

Putrid, Cinnamon And Wine - Poem by Wullien Thang

Flared up nose
Awakened memories
Sweet past home
Bangs of pain

Regrets.

Smells of sweet food,
no, it's just rotten food.
Is it cinnamon?
I feel the sweetness of alcohol.
Grandma's food, grandma's house
grandma's smell, sweet memories lost.

(not finished yet...)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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