I rise
Creeping
Slowly
Up to
Touch
The sun
Humble
Now in my
Appearance
But soon
My flowers
Will bloom
Filling
The air
With their
Intoxicating
Fragrance
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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A small spot to goof around with writing poetry and thinking out loud.
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