"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, April 11, 2011

Poem X - Mountain.

broken down
and I rise again.
A mountain
is unmovable.

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Day late. My weekend was havoc in the form of work. Sunday came and I felt completely drained.

1 comment:

  1. Day off sure...but you're back with a cool one.

    Nice Write.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."