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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Above and below... White coats of air around the night Flashlights of eyes from nocturnal creatures spy envious at the moon Menage of strangers hide beneath the lunar light that listens...Listen carefully while crickets curl their legs and shadows shy singly Owls tattle incessantly in tall trees that tangle leaves in loaves Before the wrath the wise wild wind waives warning signs around the hamlet What horror doth become a happening? As it was... Violins play violent thru her lungs calamity In the black water Buried below beneath awestruck ascending She sets foot on land in sand Lips azure wars weeping in her eyes Birds fly away beyond the breeze Insects itch and scratch into their beds as ignorant antennas listen to the fear forthcoming fever on their heads Before the wrath the wise wild wind waives warning signs around the hamlet Violins play violent thru her lungs calamity As it was... Silent children suffered ...her own children suffered silently in the night stabbed and pierced by hands that reflected hers... In the mirror their she was Laying their bodies inside the black water made her take her own breath away from the breeze birds bundle to breathe Buried below beneath in death descending... In the black water Awestruck ascending... Violins play violent thru her lungs calamity... Ayyyyeeee...Mis Hijos..., Ahhhhhhhh....My Children! What horror doth become a happening?
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