"pranging" poems
Splashing around
Droplets of sound
Pranging and cooing
So small and so round!
Watching as a bubble floats,
Sailing boats in spiralling stairs,
Then a...
Pop and a whoosh!!
Stabbed by a bush.
No pointed piercing change in
Lanes of misunderstood would,
They find me kindly or
blindly cane-trace
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Into my name.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC