I love words. I speak with them and I write with them. Here I will place a variety of things I write with them; mostly poems.
15.7.10
Let it Fall
Washing away all that was here from today. All the dirt, all the grime, all the pain. Let it fall off and run down. Drains the overflowing leftovers only to leave the Pure and sparse, More beautiful than anything most of us Have ever conceived.
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