I feel sometimes
That I am blurring the lines
Of poetry and prose,
And I fear sometimes
That my words have no meaning -
No rhyme or reason
To the stanzas
I copy down meticulously,
One after another,
For they're only words upon a page
Without the eyes
To read them.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
