Noun, suggestions by way of some rewrite to cut the short lines. They add
nothing to me.
Lost at all cost
frost will die at thirty-two
no remedy, no salvation
the silver backlit spines
shine desperately in sun
cling to your window for life
like laughter wet with tears
they suddenly disappear
slip silently, fall form lost
like Earth to birth
and to take care of the ings.
Thanks.
Gary
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Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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