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Decayed...
by Stephanie KentHope, invisible, just kills life's memories...
Night only pauses, quietly releasing starry tears.
Underneath, versed words x-communicate yesterday's zealots;
And bereaved cacophony dies, enfolding forgotten graves. 10/26/2003 Posted on 10/26/2003
Copyright © 2026 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 10/27/03 at 01:57 AM dang girl. you have mastered the art of making an abecedarian not sound like an abecedarian. amazing. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 10/27/03 at 10:48 PM Good job with this one Stephanie. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/29/03 at 07:16 AM this is an intriguing and engrossing abecedarian... so true, so true... excellent tone and form... blessings... |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/29/03 at 01:48 PM Beautiful! |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/25/04 at 04:44 AM Whoa, you haven't had the abecedarian blues lately, have you? The lingo's absolutely astounding. Keep up the good work. |
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