cold Is Poetry
I dig the bodies into the sacred ground and hope that one day they will rise again
easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
December 20, 2009
Each time you sit at your graveyard.
Wave your shovel on your cold,
And still more,
At this grand moment your thoughts were prosaic.
In the eyes of mine,
you will always be perfect.
Wave your shovel on your cold,
And still more,
At this grand moment your thoughts were prosaic.
In the eyes of mine,
you will always be perfect.
--- easypoem ---
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