I walk by the Holes
and see remains in them.
These are
sort of words that people
think a waste.
Are they?
But, I am lost in the
Staccato of words:
Live.
Breath.
Strive.
Rest.
Forward.
I cannot call them wastes.
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What Sprung Out of Our Holes?
PuisiWhat Sprung Out of Our Holes is an anthology of poems centers on the metaphoric meaning of Holes and other unobtrusive things to our eyes, but remain inspirational to our lives. Like holes, as one of those stated, we are sometimes in dark corners, u...
