Brooke Zielinski

Rookie (July 5,1980 / Richland, WA)

Games - Poem by Brooke Zielinski

Cat and mouse
Bounce round and round.
Passionate chase not a thing profound.

Likely a fantasy of some sort.
Misunderstood, thinking maybe life should just abort.
Faith reconciles, and with writhing doth come smiles.

Gratitude in all that you do.
Like saying go fly, just shoo.

Likely a fantasy of some sort.
Not this life time, I wont abort.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011


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