Poems from a.lee1

  What is color? Is it a mood, A memory, An expression of life? It is the iron To the fortress, The unmovable gates Of the city of art It...
  They threw stones at her Hurled insults they Knew would stick Sticks and stones Broke her bones And words were ever hurting She grew gray...
  Can you feel the deeps shiver, In the ground-quake of uncertainty The thing you have set your feet Upon, suddenly is unstable Your built-...
  Bones like leaf-veins Barely enough to keep Her from flying away Face like chalk Easily washed from memory Early tiredness Draws upon it...
  Few of us never have a Moment of weakness, Of giving up Nearly all need help to Find the strength to go on Some are able to assist They...

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