Pull me in and
hold me tight in
your temporary dream.
Speak with me, and
lay me beside you
as we sleep in quiescence.
Pull me in and
hold me tight in
your temporary dream.
Let's keep this short
pretense for in a while,
I have to sit in the corner --
Unobtrusive.
Collecting dusts;
recounting days of the past.
×What is it? You wonder.
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What Sprung Out of Our Holes?
PoesíaWhat 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...
