This morning I was walking
with my eyes on the ground,
as usual,
When I was rudely awakened by a slap in the face
by a bush
covered in pink blossoms.
"Look up!"
He said
with a sigh
he borrowed from the wind
"You're missing all the action."
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PoetryA collection of poetry that has been in the works for a few years, and is likely to continue growing and changing.
