The first place on Earth was that of new birth. <br /> The purpose in his eyes filtered her cries. <br /> I sit by the phone many nights when I'm alone. <br /> Modern dance was the mood of my circumstance. <br /> The kiss of life burned the angle on the Devil's knife. <br /> True fun rained out from the sun. <br /> Clouds of thunder sparked pure wonder. <br /> The leaves on the tree cried, "It's so nice to be free". <br /> The whine of addiction was Daddy's prediction. <br /> The center of the moon fed to the population from the side of the spoon. <br /> This old dope, today rings forth new hope. <br /> Perfect lips whispered the claws of change.<br /><br />Carol Paris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brain-storming-the-conditions-of-life/
