the 5 minute poem and other ramblings
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
Seed.
That was a seed.
Cast into the breeze of the moment.
Some things might have nurtured it.
But it withered
Beneath the dry hard light of the dissector's table.
It lost its potency.
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