Rose colored glassesA Poem by EmpressPoetess
Arid winds blow. Birds of prey scour the desolate land.
A face frowns above an empty trough. where ants crawled in the dust, the ocean once flowed. still the world seems to sleep, © 2010 EmpressPoetessReviews
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5 Reviews Added on December 1, 2010 Last Updated on December 1, 2010 AuthorEmpressPoetessDallas, TXAboutA single mom of 4 adult kids. I love to write, mostly romance poetry, but I do dabble in different areas of poetry. I just write what I feel about life. I also write short stories. I live In Dalla.. more.. |



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