Wednesday Alone Leaves rustle quietly,
Loudly around the place
where I am sitting
with myself.
I am thinking quietly,
Loudly about my thoughts
in this place where I am sitting
completely alone with myself.
Tell me what the leaves are
thinking quietly, loudly,
about me and myself.
About me and the leaves,
Quiet, Alone, Together. ( 12/04/2002 11:55:00 AM ) Lisa#
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Poetry is cool. So are short stories. Care to join in on the rantings? Email me at lmalo7fc@mwc.edu
what the hell is this?:
Welcome to Random Poetry, a page for amature poets to post their work for review by other amature poets. It doesn't matter what type, genre, etc. it is,
as long as you feel like calling it poetry feel free to post it, and to comment on other's poetry. We can all learn from each other.
