A Picture Torn Poem by Alvin A. Sun

A Picture Torn

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The sky is yellow with a hint of orange.
The medow is flushed appears to be purest green.
Water sits still in waiting beside -
a greyish-green hill.
There is no fish nor any kind of wild life-
my bones shiver, knowing this.

Saturday, February 19, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: fish,green,water
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