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If Skies could Speak
(Poetry)
16-05-2007
by Viviana Torres
I listen into the silence, poking its corners round,
bending and creasing, exploring this peaceful sound.
The winter withers the trees,
the branches become dark bony claws
grasping, starving for the pallid lavender sky.
Piano keys play...
The Cure Of The Black Hole
(Poetry)
14-06-2007
by Viviana Torres
The farther I slide, away from being close
The wider this hole stretches its jaws; jagged teeth
Grotesque and polluted with the sinful, and meets
The wants of sick humanity
This gaping hole, hungry for vanity
It is never satisfied.
This...
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