Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Time

Driven by your desire say
or a wish for new things that are
sedated by the the hum
of the city. But frankness pulls
a thin reed, dumps into an ocean. You know
of it, the sound, the ripples,
where the shore is pummeled.

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