The golden sun that rests its body on
the mountain crest, a land, a place
to be lived, to die on. How often do
the clouds cover and hide the
illuminating sun.
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Category: Poetry
Free Hand #109 (Words on words)
words that rumble
and bumble
out of mouths
that twist into a center
a face
a spectacle
of horror.
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-Alina
Free Hand #108 (What The Eyes See)
the hell
inside the heart
pressed up against
the glass
for all eyes to see
only darkness
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-Alina
Free Hand #107
A quiet thought
That rumbles like thunder
Beneath the surface of a face
Thar ripples solemn expressions.
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-Alina
Free Hand #106 (The Mindless)
The eyes that look
mouths that speak
there are no minds
behind them.
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-Alina