The warm voice wafted through
In assurance of my sanity
The wicked laughter stole in
In accordance with tradition
The violent temper threatened
In defiance of structural compromises
The hard-earned, glittering red purse strings opened
In solidarity with the human cause
The tempestuous sea broke at the seams
In pursuance of great ideals and dreams
The choking umbilical cord cut late at the roots
In joining the ever thinning revolution of tomorrow
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ahahahha.....have u ever heard of the word, the proverbial, poetic silence!
One suggestion: I'd title the poem "Ever Thinning Revolution of Tomorrow". It's such a striking phrase. Well done! Made me think of Latin America! :P
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Good one- now write like this for me also
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