Fog . Recovery . Dementia . (Cinquains)A Poem by Butch Decatoria3 Cinquains... or at least attempts at it.Fog Creep in deceptively a cat-burglar's cloak silencing life, blinding all streets in sleep.
Recovery Disdained angry urges the body wants to rest while emotions and mind's plan hatch coupe flown.
Dementia whispers don't encourage but weaves dark thoughts fondly what helps to understand wonder unraveled. © 2008 Butch Decatoria |
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Added on March 22, 2008 AuthorButch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more.. |

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