Theorem The Truth Serum

Rookie - 245 Points (1979-present / San Leandro)

Cold Somber Tones - Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Somber tones
evaporating into the air
whispers past the mountains
and through the wind
Into the atmosphere
it appears
Trickling into the stratosphere
it quickly disappears
Burns like American Flags
bringing self to disgust
October lust
turns into November rust
The words become clouds
and the storm rolls in
A baker comes to the mountains
and frosts the tops of them
Cold somber tones
that shivers and groans
freezes as soon as it hits the air
They become icicles and fall like feathers
so that all the world can see them
Forgotten syllables
that should've been heard
Listen once in a while
because words are precious

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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