Daniel Muller

Rookie - 58 Points (Netherlands)

Red - Poem by Daniel Muller

Argue with the world again,
Can't find my cup a holder.

Burning coal is icy cone
Cool, calm, calculate

I close my eyes and clear my head
All I see are targets now

With coarse caution,
I pluck the strings

A sweet, siren symphony
only the marked can hear

My hair is long,
my temper short.

As the wall tears down,

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2015

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