wasted pathsA Poem by linear
Often I walk down cobwebed ways
Where dust settles Upon leather shoe Gossamer thread That cannot entangle, entangles Strangles, Speckled light in darkening night tries To penetrate Fails, So I return And fool myself All is well. © 2013 linear |
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