This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 25th, 2016 at 11:46 am and tagged with Haiku, Poem, Poetry, Tourist 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 […]
May 25th, 2016 at 12:08 pm
great poem
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May 26th, 2016 at 12:34 pm
Thanks!
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May 26th, 2016 at 1:21 pm
welcome
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