This entry was posted on Wednesday, April 6th, 2016 at 10:54 am and tagged with Acrostic, Cook, Kitchen Magic, Poem, Poetry and posted in Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
He was swimming through a sea of winds that spun and whirled without moving as they shouted, calling out to each other in panicked voices. Their cries buffeted him and sent him reeling from one to the other. Each burst burned, and although Matt tried to right himself, his body wouldn’t […]
April 6th, 2016 at 11:00 am
Lovely Poem
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April 6th, 2016 at 4:47 pm
Thank you!
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April 7th, 2016 at 1:12 am
welcome
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April 8th, 2016 at 8:14 am
Nice write.
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April 8th, 2016 at 11:28 am
Thanks!
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