Lies With Crimson Poem by olivia helmes

Lies With Crimson



Crimson trickles down the odd peach wall
hard wood, firm to inforce the fall
fumbling, reaching for the ever growing fountain
is stopped by crimson gushing from the twisted fountain
fading blues look into the far off hall
final rest curled in a helpless ball
liar my unsweet rest well
dont only say hello to the lillies but have fun in hell

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 29 March 2010

is it pellets or mag that cause the fall.

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