Sunday, March 07, 2010

the quiet
the absence of every other sound
save the persistent beating
of drums
the train track's occasional
trembling
the soul saying
yes

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3 comments:

  1. Daniel Huynh3:15 PM

    you are a damn good poet

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  2. Tabitha5:16 PM

    thanks Daniel - when do I get to read you?

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  3. Anonymous10:16 AM

    slipping
    into darkness
    along the river's edge
    into the in betweens
    of consciousness and dreams
    unable to seperate
    unwilling to
    like moths drawn to a flame

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