Sister Of No Mercy Poem by Lydia Martin

Sister Of No Mercy



Criss cross lattice of swinging sister
Gives no comfort to birds of feather.
Midnight fence of boundaries sought
Defines a course of lasting never.
Oh sweet taste of treasure hunted,
Let not this face of ice negate us.

Sunday, September 29, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,sister
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