Pity-Poet
Pity-Poetry
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Naivety On A Walk
Siberian foaming gurgles locked to the fount
Blue glass muffled gray
To tie my hands beneath the waning sun
Skin to peel silent when passers-by
Look like snow-rotten flowers
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