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May 6, 2007

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Poem.
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The smell of earth

Hits a rock

Flying within

Putting wings on thoughts

 

The mind it rises

Flows like

An untamed river

Build a dyke

For one whose path

Is a fleeting nightmare

 

A prisoner

Within your head

An apple blossom

Yellow with fire

Looking to escape

 

Two horses

Galloping, away.

As they cross each other

They stop and neigh.

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