Beautiful flower
So smooth and red
It holds my eye hostage
And plays with my head
Yet were I to touch it
I'd probably crush it
Beautiful flower........
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, October 3, 2008
Suggestions For Improvement Are Welcome
At the dawn,
I knew not in my stupor who or where I was.
I know not in my stupor who or where I am.
Could this be dusk?
Or perhaps a new dawn?
I knew not in my stupor who or where I was.
I know not in my stupor who or where I am.
Could this be dusk?
Or perhaps a new dawn?
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