Writers XXXIII, por Stephen O Amadi | poemas, ensayos y cuentos en Poéticous

Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Writers XXXIII

Improv heart

Give me

A guitar

With

No strings,

Mouth me

A song

With

No words,

And I

Will

Orchestrate

A piece for you

With no

Notes.

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Preferido o celebrado por...

Cory Garcia

Stephen O Amadi

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A very good piece

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There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits

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A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

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The famous cheats will had once em… The prostitutes will freely sleep… acknowledge poetry. The power of poetry is an unoffici… It can be used by a sweet talker,

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Delights Of Autumn

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

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My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;

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