Soul Sifting Poem by Sara Shadows

Soul Sifting



twisted sister and fashion mister
eyes crossed tongue out hips wide ever so lengthening stride
the fun of folding soul goes ever so slow
shaking ever so softly my preconceptions
i slip into new me's

Monday, September 15, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,sister
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