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Poem #5 (of a series of poems for Boo) (Free verse) by Owner of the Sky
Everyday, I walk as if in water;
And my words are trapped in bubbles,
Floating upwards, forever without end,
But always failing to reach you.
I want to grab your smile,
Filter it through the dying leaves,
Through the first promise
Of death in autum,
To marry it to the earth
So that the whole world can know you,
Can know what it feels
To be touched by you.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.125
Weighted score: 5.302559
Overall Rank: 3662
Posted: October 2, 2002 12:06 AM PDT; Last modified: October 2, 2002 12:06 AM PDT
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