Sentence Poem by Bianca BCT

Sentence



Your poisoned arrow goes through my thoughts
And my fears are lined up I feel you close

Our life is like a breath
Like a cloud pass and disappear
We wait for the day marked with death
It might be near, lining constant fears

My mouth will say it loud
A wind unleashed will sound
In the dark is where I found
That it's everything I can surround

Saturday, August 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fears
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Excellent writing. Bianca Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken

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