Reluctantly the serpent
shed it's skin
Beneath the earth
In a room of ghosts
And shadows
And wept like
A dying flower.
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Modern Caffeine
PoetryA selection of micro-poetry and random thoughts. Things that have entered my stream of thoughts,please enjoy. And if you don't ...I ain't mad at you.
Snake
Reluctantly the serpent
shed it's skin
Beneath the earth
In a room of ghosts
And shadows
And wept like
A dying flower.
