Morphing Verse
I try to write poems.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Pointless like a sphere--
some hazelnut dampened
by dirt that the rain just wet--
are thoughts soaked with fear,
because liquid evaporates
and all will dry
if left in the sun for a while.
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