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Echoes

Rating: 3.5
I watch as a slim
Young man, dressed in
Tweeds and patches on the
Elbows, squats down with a handful of
Pebbles and tosses them
One by one into a gray pond.
The ripples blend, wheel within wheel
By the others.
The sun blazes orange
Off his eyes when
He turns.
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Stug Jordan 01 April 2007
Thought you gave me a funny look that day (don't worry, people always get us confused) . Great poem. Sx
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Tears In Rain 06 September 2005
If he is one of us, I would not doubt it. Either that or a fallen angel. They tend to be poorly dressed and are fascinated with the simpler things.
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