Introducing someone to poetry is like
rubbing steel on concrete
the grit makes sparks,
and the sparks grow and glow
and though the steel is dull,
and the back abiss of its coloration can be depressing
still the sparks glow
still they grow
but this time, with vengeance
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Introducing someone to poetry is like
rubbing steel on concrete
the grit makes sparks,
and the sparks grow and glow
and though the steel is dull,
and the back abiss of its coloration can be depressing
still the sparks glow
still they grow
but this time, with vengeance
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