After the rain, all is still,
the air is heavy, and a mist
rises from the grasses. Birds
chirp, softly, unsure if all is
clear. A chill touches my
bones- I shiver.
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My name is Monica and I am a writer. This is my little corner of the net, along with my MySpace and Twitter. I'm not sure of my writing goals; I'm just trying to get it all out.
2 comments:
Monica, i want to bugger you.
Does that mean you like the poem?
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