Drawing water from the well
Like thoughts from your mind
Drinking India ink
Like a poisonous wine.
One two three times
a minute
A disastrous
Heartbeat
Field mice play under the
shade of a giant
Who kills them for being
Themselves.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
March 10th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 10:19 PM
Labels: dreams, life, photography, poem
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