Monday, January 24, 2005

POEM: Hiding

Mine is the drifting kind of
Effluent
Of
Heart waste, a frozen kind -
Covered
By
Wind blown sadness
Burrowed deep in
An unforgiving and
Dominant
Type of gray;
Stolen completely by ice -
Untouching
&
Untouched

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