Mark R Slaughter


Window - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Wither destination, lonely crowd?
If I could only reach to ask -
Not that I could breach the glass.
Down upon the street they’re marching proud!
Only they know why and wither where.
Window let’s me see but I don't hear.

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  • Rookie - 3 Points Dr Hitesh Sheth (3/26/2009 11:55:00 AM)

    Your window of soul is opening............thoughts are percolating..........and you have written wondeful acrostic.........10+++........ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 24, 2009


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