Tuesday, September 11, 2012

That Bears Our Name Comments

Rating: 5.0

i can only taste scars tonight,
ashes, and blood turned to wine.
that old tree, cut and fallen,
the sound of wings long absent.
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Eric Cockrell
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Dave Walker 11 September 2012

We can lose everything a the dropp of a hat. A fantastic poem.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 11 September 2012

Life is like this, Eric. we have to go and talk to the people, not waiting to get introduced, when we speak through the whistle, even the air may respond. an interesting poem!

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