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My Voice
By TheUltimateOutlaw
My voice was bred
On honey and green leaves
The spice of summer storms
White hot across wet black skies,
Livid with lightening;
Is as translucent as
Water reflecting treetops
And sunsets in lurid rippling pools.
And there isn’t a moment of time
When the fear of winter
Isn’t burning in my throat.
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© 2009 TheUltimateOutlaw
Published on Sunday, March 1, 2009.
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"Poetry"
Comments on "My Voice"
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A former member wrote:
3rd strophe was ingenius.. .. . impactfully reflective and turned itself in. . .. love the succinct stuff.
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On Monday, March 2, 2009, Alanarchy
(1200)
wrote:
Beautiful, absorbing imagery.
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On Monday, March 2, 2009, Believer
(48) wrote:
the ending burned through my throat and into my heart
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