Sunset
I opened a weathered wooden door
Old words were found in disarray
Like a carpenter I'll build a poem someday, I thought years ago
Yes, I will. Maybe under a cloudy sky. Or when I stroll into a sunset
A 15 Year Revision
2 weeks ago
2 comments:
This embodies the nature of poetry a tired monk maxim that he will now follow.
Old Monk Ollie
Why.. you already make such beautiful ones already..
:)
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