Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on April 9, 2013
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Clutching a pebble Colourless and drab Until water hits And it springs to life A rainbow across Its pitted surface Laughing at our Ridiculous misconception. Tiny keeper of our history So old and so ignored A tale in every crack Every mark and scuff…
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