Author: Skyward Ending PM
My goal: one poem per day, with a prompt from a person who does not know what I am doing, for a year. UPDATE: having accidentally deleted a bunch of them on accident, I've ended this prematurely.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 56 - Words: 4,822 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-27-12 - Published: 09-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3061043
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When hold-hands cold sets in
They might have been full.
Seeds sown late and harvested in vines,
We do not see their ephemerality.
We do not wonder how wistful they must be,
One by one drawn from the inside out,
etched eyes and endless grins gazing out the window;
Their children will not live,
but so hollow and bright and gone, they have no heart