Aliens Poem by Amy Lowell

Aliens

Rating: 2.8


The chatter of little people
Breaks on my purpose
Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder.
And while I laugh
My spirit crumbles at their teasing touch.

Friday, April 16, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: aliens,teasing,water
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell

Boston, Massachusetts
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