As the pen strokes fade away
I find myself flustered-
as the cinder block wall collapses,
freeing the plains- the single tree
full of dying leaves begins to shake-
the dead boughs and pages.
Brimming with hope-
but alas the pen stroke is gone,
all was as it should be-
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
As the pen strokes fade away
I find myself flustered-
as the cinder block wall collapses,
freeing the plains- the single tree
full of dying leaves begins to shake-
the dead boughs and pages.
Brimming with hope-
but alas the pen stroke is gone,
all was as it should be-
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