My Cellars Were Closed Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

My Cellars Were Closed



The doors shut wept
No name on
My secret kept
Seep below a frozen ground
Stood silent like lips
Making no sound

©Miroslava Odalovic

Saturday, May 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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