a fallen leaf,
sicken yellow.
singing prose and lulling rose
asleep on earth's torso
worry-less, penny-less
hanging indifferently to breeze
like wax on the candle
like bubble on the soap
dying tomorrow, dying now
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3 comments:
I think I love you.
anonymous fans shadow great "poets". let me take it as a compliment.after all you have the freedom to expression
Check your Nesfield ! Eddie!
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