Sitting at work with nothing great to do ,I decide to write some poetry .I always fall into the trap of expressing through poetry .But not all of it is crap ,I think :
The green of broken glass
Travels deep into lives
Hound dog plays on the radio
I think of the old woman I’ll be
I join the broken lines
On the incomplete map
Try to get all the oceans on my parched country
The bin overflowing with crushed hearts
Old pictures often make me laugh
Some things cease
Some things cease in hearts
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to anonymous ...thanks :)
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