Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
And Why.......
Formless, mud-splattered with perforations galore. The sun and the moon watching over. Laughing; as they cast shadows around it. Wondering who left it there and why………………….
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