Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

The End Game


As winter snow came ripe
So did my heart, my mind's stripe
To be barefoot each time the sky cries
For it echoes what lies
………………………Inside!
In locking steps, side by side
Unaltered guide to my ride
Exception to the rule my poem's tide
Beginning of the divide,
End of my slide!
………………………….
………………………….
I came too late for spring
An oddness to be king!

Submitted: Monday, March 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 04, 2013

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March 4,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (3/4/2013 5:43:00 AM)

    poem's tide, beginning of divide. I like it. thanks,
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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