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Culture

Saturated streets of crumbled ancient inheritance, Forgotten history condemned by our corroded eye, Dresses that no longer dance, words that float without significance, Colors that no longer have a meaning, Culture? What Culture? You can not cherish what does not exist. And you can miss something you never had.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 12/30/2024 3:28:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/17/2016 11:36:00 PM

Catherine Torres, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A

Date: 1/14/2016 9:47:00 PM

Catherine, Awesome write, I really like this. Forever ** SKAT **

Eric Serpas

Date: 11/22/2011 2:07:00 PM

i love that last verse, catches my attention