Brian Young

Poem #3 - Poem by Brian Young

The gentle air sat duly,
Atop the innocent snow.
The blood ran thick,
Behind the winds echo.

Light does not travel,
It expands,
It flows,
At such a rate we can't see,
But it's still there dispersing,
Evermore, elegantly, with no rule,
Into darkness and the Sea.

All the metals and the magnets
Sharing their use.
All the metals and the magnets
Sharing the abuse.
All the metals and the magnets,
Yet light is the recluse.

Time keeps killing,
Space spawns,
Who is guilty?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

a older poem i wrote in while still in high school.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Derek James (5/17/2013 1:24:00 PM)

    I like this poem very much, good job. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 17, 2013

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