Friday, 19 December 2014


Wish I had written
All poetry on paper
Then I'd have set it
Ablaze, see it burn

Hundreds of pages
Fanned by the wind
Embers flying up
Ashes falling down

All lost and wiped
From face of earth
There'd be nothing
Left for me to grasp

And soul trapped
Within a rib cage
Would finally fly
And never return

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