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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 10:11 am
by pixma

Wind Slices its icy blade.
Like an experienced robber
Grabbing the green stuff
Then cunningly covering his tracks
With a deep multitude

Of colourful distraction
And the wind,
The wind is his accomplice
Putting on an air of chaos
Into the careful diversions
So the branches shake
And dead leave are suddenly blown
In the faces of inquisitive strangers.
The theft chills the world
Changes the temper of the earth
Till the normally placid sky
Glows red with a quiet rage

-Alan Bold

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 11:18 am
by who me
yeah right, like I'm going to do your home work for you. with out getting paid that is.

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 2:07 pm
by Bmat
Welcome to Speculative Vision, Pixma! Would you like your poem moved to the poetry forum?

Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:35 pm
by Bread Butterbeard
nicely done :D

Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 4:33 am
by SchoolTheOld
I love the way it flows :)

Stick around Pixma!