it is often underestimation that is the undoing of my opponents. no matter, it does me good eventually.


Bursting out of the greenery
that suffocated her
she glowed robustly in the arid desert
shocking the insects; the dung beetles

That stopped pushing their load of little use
to stare dumbly, bluntly
at the glowing figure
that was recently a pixel of a shadow
constrained by its esteem
or lack of it.

Poetry by shar
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Written on 2007-12-07 at 18:34

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