Silent Smiling
Ill spoken words
Become buzzards
Flying downwards.
Wreaking havoc.
One silent friend
Evokes calms mend.
And two souls blend.
Smiling awestruck.
December 8, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: DESIDERATA
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Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014
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