Angelica Duardo

Rookie - 0 Points (September 1987 / San Diego California)

The River Song - Poem by Angelica Duardo

Trees are swaying in the wind
In the cold wet winter wind
There is nothing I can do
But sit and watch
Out my clear and lonely window
I will see the rain come down
Feel the softness of each and every drop
I’ll pretend that I am here
That I’m staring at the streets
With their people and their
Trees swaying in the wind
In the cold wet winter wind
There is nothing I want the most than
This sky that cries like the river
And keeps making me feel cold
And I shiver every time I hear its roar
And I see its
Trees that are swaying in the wind
In the cold wet winter wind
There is nothing I can do
But sit and watch

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Comments about The River Song by Angelica Duardo

  • Gold Star - 36,156 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (4/4/2008 5:15:00 AM)

    This lyrical poem, has cascading movement, effulgent imagework, and flows like its title...like a river...with steady even-flow....Well done, Angelica!

    ~ FjR ~
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008



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