A Review
Like frostbitten limbs lay bare to the ice cold breeze of a winter’s day
- Cold and without feeling are your words.
As the burnt orange autumn leaves that lay half decayed upon the ground
- So too your words fall flat.
With neither substance nor imagery; these words that my naked eye follow across
the page.
.....Now lick your wounds and learn from this.
Copyright © Natasha Wright | Year Posted 2013
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