A Reply

A Reply

A Poem by Sean
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Written as a response to another's poem, but never acknowledged.

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A Reply

She wept,
She cried,
That smile of hers never lied.
We rocked,
We climbed,
We moved to a jarring rhyme.

Rock on paper,
Sand on stone,
Half a chime,
Never lime.

Lady me,
Lady my,
Never got,
More high.

She wept,
She cried,
That smile of mine always lies.
I rock,
I climb,
I move to a dandy rhyme.

~Sean~

© 2012 Sean


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Sean
Sean

Singapore, Singapore



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There's not much to say really. I'm 23 years old, 1.78m tall, and of a slender build. I live, I ponder, I read, and I write. Not so much different from the rest of you. I'm from Singapore, and for.. more..