Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Reach
Why not?
Worst thing, if I fail:
To fail
At just this one thing.
Trail feet in treetops,
Moonbeam's tail
Ahead, I grasp
Hands empty! But,
Only lack of filling -
Not empty again.
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