Yet another day 7
7
Observations collide
with an inexplicable present,
a soft respite erases
all circular movement.
The night is not barren,
nor devoid of any mystery
in creeks of your own making.
See! There are streams in chaos.
There will be another coming
when masters of expression
will crush the easy way out
and demand content.
There will be an end to public nonsense
and silly letters to imaginary mates.
Faith is a word no one takes seriously,
effort is still deemed ugly.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-10-03 at 16:43
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