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Word Fall
And all the words Fell down Clustering, shape shifting As they descended Some looking font-fully beautiful Making shapes a-s they piled up on pavements Twisting and turning Rocking in swoops and declines Playground roundabouts and swings Delight and joy Alarming, as thoughts Struck Could these be the last Words. Didn’t dare to speak In case word-less They visualised The End |
Poetry © Simone Wells, 2008 (all rights reserved)
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