Of Mice And Men (Acrostic) Poem by Khaldun Atum
Of Mice And Men (Acrostic)
Our time has passed, forever lost,
Love departed, emboss nothing,
Shall you leave me, only your loss,
Not a calming, but a raging,
Bloom into rage, burn it away,
Forth comes the page, sign it today,
Into the night, I shall run,
One forest gone, one more begun,
Of mice and men, or of sin,
Beauty is ready to begin.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: acrostic,loss
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