And if it looks like a mirror
Densely surrounding a stick writing on water
Revealing...or resisting
Shapes that transcend their place to touch your eye
A touch that minishes into the dim waft of time.
Words attend the march of grammar
Deciding if it is Georgia crumbs or bell tone tolls
Swing left down brush right in a lap of inconvenience
The event and description toil rolling
Yet remaining the only faint cry across the cracks in the joke.
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i didn't know you wrote poetry...
what else are you keeping from me?
I allude politely to the rest of the Renaisance;{D
very nice poetry. i'm missy's sister by the way.
Thank you Amanda. We are enjoying getting to know Melissa. If you were here, I doubt you would be in the way or by the way.
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