Treasure Island

Lodi Cj Ludovik

(Hot-Malesi, Shkoder, Albania)

Sincerely in curiousity

I thought it wright!
i thought it wrong!
playing in word's;
like playing ping-pong
unnoticed we past midnight
going in a sour'sweet flow
what a time to remember
would we ever let it go
but now it past some time
have we found the conclusion
after we felt a litle bit shiver
for all the thing's to have said
sincerely in curiousity...
looking for solution.


Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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Comment +1

VEry good
Ging AlburoNEW440 days agokeep writingComment +1


Wallace LaBenneNEW440 days ago.Comment +1

Courageous endeavor!

Brooke CollinsNEW440 days agoI love your zest and zeal for poetry which is evident in this piece. Your play on words is fun and entertaining. Keep it up! Comment 0


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