beings come in
and go out of my life
no one actually 'being' there;
but you were a tiny bean
who, exceeding the restraints of size,
stood there like a pillar.
YOU ARE READING
Fatuous Poems
PoetryA bunch of really senseless, terribly pointless poems written for ephemeral pleasures of putting words out there. Somewhat short and shorter poems, wannabe-haikus, randomly scribbled thoughts found inside.
