Whisper Of Gold Poem by Evil Angel

Whisper Of Gold

Rating: 5.0


done with fighting this disease
there is no winners
factorys displaying false numbers
creating an illusion
smoke around these dim lights

strangers laughing like never before
blinded by the colour green
where are we heading?
faces on a piece of paper
controlling us all

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynda Robson 16 January 2008

I also enjoyed reading this, well written, best wishes Lynda

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Jimi Doyle 16 January 2008

i like it smoke/dim lights blinded by green yyeessssssss

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