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Whispers of the Night (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.

Footsteps in the hallway A door openeth Then closeth The flick of a switch And a shuffling of feet Then the wond'rous sound Of bountiful flesh As it meets a porcelain realm A brief pause A wail Then still The air is brown with sound.

Katrina 23-May-04/7:48 PM
You know what I really like this poem, you just have to read and understand it. You have to look beyond words and go deeper than that. You always have to think, what was the writer thinking at that moment what was the writer feeling. I think this is a magnificent peice I like your work dark_angel, keep up the magnificent work.




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