Peace that Surpasses all Understanding
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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