This poem was an exercise in alliteration. But I didn't want a tongue-twister. It was inspired by an... This poem was an exercise in alliteration. But I didn't want a tongue-twister. I...

Each body has its own shady truths So go out to the waters by the park Each body has its own shady truths So go out to the waters by the park

A broken night of windy chills, Is the brokenness that kills. A broken night of windy chills, Is the brokenness that kills.

There is a water of not only one well in the sea. There is a water of not only one well in the sea.

And my dreams? They’re the orphaned children of this war; Silently dying. And my dreams? They’re the orphaned children of this war; Silently dying.

Where the fishes travel from here to there Where the scenery is really rare Your fingers go nu... Where the fishes travel from here to there Where the scenery is really rare ...