A lock without a key,
A sunset that can't be seen.
Bread without its jam,
A sheep without a ram.
A skeleton waiting to die,
A sun or moon without the sky.
A pen without its ink,
A cluttered or clogged kitchen sink.
A crayon white as snow,
An answer nobody knows.
A wolf no longer wild,
Parents without their child.
A new thing grown old,
A story withered and untold.
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Poesy and Prose
PoesíaContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
