Sunday, September 20, 2015

Some Maybe Poetry

Random Fragments 

a wisp of breath,
the chill of death

a rooster's egg,
an amputee's leg

a flawless moon,
the she-wolf's croon

hands raised in prayer,
neck wilted with despair


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  1. JinOctober 29, 2015 at 9:20 PM

    for some reason, even though this is "random fragments," it fits together beautifully

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