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10/29/2014
by Uriel TovarHow quickly things turn
As iron rusts
With the soft breath of
The wind
Bleeding ash onto
A world now left
Tinted crimson
My vision follows suite
Behind the bulging veins
Of my eyes
Conveying work stress and
Lack of sleep
But this too will dissolve
Too easily into the background
Of a noisy street
Left wet and glistening
By autumn’s first rain.
10/29/2014 Posted on 10/30/2014
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/01/14 at 12:24 PM I have always been a sucker for poems that have autumn in it and rain and so this hits the spot, the images just so sparkling and subtle and not in the least difficult to negotiate which is quite a difficult thing to pull off in a poem. |
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