Glass


Here’s the last of my poetry series. ¬†Viola!

She had a glass-hewn flower,

I never understood.

I crushed underneath my boot,

Simply because I could.

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WeWriWa # 4: The Book


Here’s a short poem I wrote in participation of WeWriWa:

 

There is a book

An old Arab trader warned me of

that takes your whole life to read.

Whole worlds are contained within.

And when you finish

you have just one day

to think it over and decide

if it was worth it after all.

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