Spectrum

by Kristin   Sep 11, 2006


Roses of a compiled thought
Stinging loosens at the touch
Clinging to my mind
Swaying to the sound
Light of a new world
Night, of a growing full white light.
Speckles of black
Blank spectrum of sight.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Chris Rodriguez

    Beautiful words and flow.

    Stinging loosens at the touch

    Great line. Great poem.

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