Sunday, June 17, 2012

Forest

Slow
Motion spinning
Helicopter saving
Stop

The background here is painted gold
The air here runs into cold

All the bad left
Has been sold

Make room for the dark
What hasn't been told

Spin away. Collapse.
Unfold.
at

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like it, I like this kind of poetry a lot.

June 28, 2012 at 8:30 AM
Brittany said...

Thank you, Heather.

June 28, 2012 at 9:56 AM

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