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I sat in a room, My feet on the wall. In my white socks It dug into my heels. And my eyes felt spacey, For 5 whole minutes. I remembered then How difficult it was To follow up my thoughts With any sort of clear conclusion. A silver fly went past As sure as a fly could be, It made its way through the light of the room And knew where it was going. |
in the shadow of a moment one determined spark of life slit the spaces like scalpel too tiny to be moved by grief... Just a thought on yours. | Posted on 2015-09-14 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | |