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Windows to the Soul

May 22, 2014
By AmarisKade PLATINUM, Rye, New Hampshire
AmarisKade PLATINUM, Rye, New Hampshire
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The air was sharp and she was cold
He looked at her face and noticed her eyes
Black and blue and silver and gold
The air was sharp and she was cold
The fury in her face, easy to behold
He offered his hand filled with lies
The air was sharp and she was cold
He looked at her face and noticed her eyes


The author's comments:
This type of poem is called a triolet, in case the curious folks out there wish to know...

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