The Innocent

Poem By Lariel Morihsta

The sound of the unwanted rang through the streets
The wind spikes its thin yellowish skin
The hardness of the new world
graps it's fragility bits by bits
The sound dies, leaving creepy crawlies bitting their way through the party

The innocent soul got blame
Of which adults should carry

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Marvellous poem written with great skill. Rich in imagery and emotions. I liked and rated it 10. Please read and rate my poem 'ABORTION' on page 4.

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