Monday, March 21, 2016

Walking The Plank

They looked at nature so naturally.
Inside the umbrella were little sections.
Rain forgotten in the downpour.
How could it last would it?
She wore her question mark on her skin.
He made a necklace instead.  This now.

The ruins so mysterious so early. Circling.
They followed their instincts after watching.
One leg shorter than the other as is the way.

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