a sound like ice cracking <br />loud and echoing up the hill <br />made the workers stop and look up <br />birds flew into the sky in fright <br />and children stopped their merry noise. <br />that sound was the question mark <br />striking against my heart.<br /><br />Jilted BUTTERFLY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-question-mark/
