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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.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 24-May-04/1:21 AM
Thanks KittyKitty. At least someone appreciates work that comes from the heart. And you're absolutely right -- poetry is all about interpretations. I hope you were able look beyond the words in this piece, and perhaps gain a deeper insight into its true meaning. I'd be really grateful if you could tell me what my poeme means to you. And remember: there isn't necessarily a single right, wrong or meaningful answer. They're all part of life's brown tapestry. -10-




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