Monday, 13 February 2012

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The figure was blurred
And the sight was blocked.
She tries -
to feel the colours.

But only frowns appeared
and the thorns pricked.
The ants attacked
the weakest link.

A bucket dropped
And out spilt broken tears,
A cry like Forte
that pulled the strings apart.

A lone wolf
howled to the moon,
But the moon stared back -
A blank one that gave no clue.