AngelA Poem by I Am Svetlana
I drown out
her name. She notices anyway. You can't tell until she talks. Obliterating the wall with her words. Meeting anyone I wanted to talk to was hard, but she was a glorious angel. As if hewn from stone. I made a mistake of falling in love with her. A private dance to silent music. But realizing that it was all only a vision. © 2015 I Am Svetlana |
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Added on May 17, 2015 Last Updated on May 17, 2015 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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