Poetry By Whitney Awaiting An Invitation Tree limbs dance inthe breeze of baited breath,roots threaten to break ground zero.time;too muchtoo littleonly the trees understand meglass stregthensmirrors meltclouds converge and darkness reigns
By Whitney Sentenced I am guiltyThe bars which restrain meare but my own faultI am guiltyThe lifeless wallsfrozen, unfeelingyield no give as I fight to break freeMy crimes:To want,the stars
By Whitney Only A Memory The windbrushes my cheek, with a kiss. Neck craned, my eyesskim the sky in blissThe scene before me,a canvas to interpret,I stare, deep within the soul of each starthis game I refuse to forfeit.
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