Very Bad Poetry

Water of the river with the love to the land

Lingering but flows away

Leaves of the tree, finally to the ground

Sacrifice but gracious

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Oh the sparkling stars

Hiding on the sky of the city

Only the smell of the cold

Spreading all over the place

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The beautiful dark, makes no answers

It would reborn and die again

The moth, crazy for the fire

Burning with passion, blind but no hesitate

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When the blue music turns on

And it takes the heart away

The cup is empty, the fingers are numb

I hear the person whispering on the street

stacy g has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of stacy's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of stacy's latest works: