When the end is near
we find we'll all be gone...

Listen to the wind
as it blows through the trees...

The complex puzzle on my desk
Is sort of like a confusing test...

Pens flying across the page
Writers siting in a daze...

Ruffling my hair
i step out the door...

Two fingers
intertwined...

This poem was intended to be shaped like a stop...
if you know me well enough, you'll know who this...

Reads like a story, but I thought that some people...
Inspired by Pure Silence, and her Poem...