ClumsyA Poem by Floundering AboutSo easy to get lost in beauty. His eyes glint briefly. The soft lids below his eyes seem to contain infinity. He just sits there curled in a blanket, innocently bearing this gift. So innocent that he speaks and drops it. © 2010 Floundering AboutReviews
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