Poetry on adrenaline
12 Nov 2011 Leave a comment
in Acrostic, Poetry
Tags: Amelia Anthony, Andrew Belliveau, Olivia Bankard, Poetry, Sarah Bankard, Silas Tippens, Tom Belliveau
Silence is merely a pregnant pause
Infant words who birthed soon cry
Lamenting loss of life nearby
As all that lives will surely die
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