you begin...
you begin-
thudding thin-
plucking strings
in the wind...
all around-
thumping sound-
up and down
passions pound...
screeching birds-
jarring nerves-
booming words-
can't be heard...
drinking beer-
screaming fear-
booming near
in my ear...
you begin-
thudding thin-
plucking strings
in the wind...
Joy Weare.
20th November, 2007.
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