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Shelter (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Twisted trees dance windy rhythms, dead lake below begs for run off, hills to the west capture a storm front. If i stay here longer i will become part mountain, my skin blended from the hunter, movement silenced by the desperate howl of pines battling to know air. Soon snow will again fall.

poetandknowit 21-Aug-02/1:48 PM
Like I know who the fuck every shit ass poet that comes through the random file is. I am sorry I did not remember whom the fuck you were so I could understand your clever ditty. If I said your poem was not so cool or sucked, it most likely did. And what I have to say is easy compared to what you might as well get used to on this site. The first rule to improving at writing poetry in your case is to get thicker skin.




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