Dark Poetry
Monday, March 14, 2011
Like Dew
Like dew we fall
to undecisive places -
tear stained or smiling faces ....
credible to low places-
we run from leaves and stumps
into the sod, into streams
rivers - seas and oceans.
This great adventure.
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