Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Set 2 Revision

Winter

Bare trees clothed in snow—
Summer’s masquerade.

...


A Drop of Dew

On the deep green leaf
it sits,
waiting,
to be absorbed,
or left out to dry


...



As my eraser shrinks,
     my failure grows. 
          Writer’s block.    

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