What do you think of my poem I just wrote..Please be sincere I am not sensitive... =]
One peddle…The others have fallen…
One peddle…hidden within a stone…
One peddle…yearns for the day the missing will sprout…
One peddle…Rain pores…
One peddle…Soaked, cold, & forgotten...
One peddle…Clouds spread, it’s days feel dead..
One peddle…Slowly a small shine appears from the south..
One peddle…it is but just a crack of warm light..
One peddle…Lays beneath the dark stone…
One peddle…Knowing what’s across that little crack..
One peddle…Dreams of the day it was once surrounded near the other peddles.
One peddle…Would give anything to feel the life of that day just once more before it shrivels up & dies..
One peddle…Feels nothing but the weight of the stone, nothing more…
One peddle…Shrivels bit by bit, till there is nothing left but tiny pieces of peddles.
One peddle...Till this day lays below that cold stone…that never moves…Even with the gust of wind it doesn’t nudge an inch…
2007-01-12
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