A Place To Store My Poems
Thursday, January 26, 2012
1998
Moon beams rush in
where open doors once stood
empty
Closing on me as I walk
pushing me further into the maze
Shutting my eyes narrows my view
empty
there is nothing for my eyes to behold
they see
only wheat i allow
too much
empty
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