I carve a number in wood;
An oddly simple '42' if you would.
It may seem strange for you,
But in my eyes it holds something grimly true.
Theses digits may appear pointless;
But there is more which lies in this splintered mess.
A story? A tale? A mystery?
How it all seems like long forgotten history...
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PoezjaJust a few short quotes by me. A little piece for others to see... Highest ranking in Poetry #148 (02-07-17)
