It
flies on blue
and green
wings
from the chair
to the couch.
I shoot
a wooden arrow
with a rubber
tip
and strike
it dead.
Eros
weeps,
as we bury it
in a red
and black
matchbox
in the brown yard
behind the white
house.
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The orginal had no ',with' and actually ended with fair. I was thinking it made more sense after reading her to put 'with' but could not on the next line because of the Acrostic. See?
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A...
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A...
H...
A...
Do you think leave the 'with' out all together?Does it still make sense?
I will come back to this Poem of yours and read her properly. Promise.
I love all the colours you have incorprated within.The images you always seem to portray are striking in ones mind and 'Eros weeps' God of 'love'. Oh lovely, you.
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