The Poet That Ran Out Of Rhyme

There’s a metaphor just beyond reaching An intuitive je ne sais quoi It’s a wave that was all set for beaching that dispersed in a dearth of sangfroid.   It’s a mirror that gives no reflection Like a clock’s hands too tired to turn It’s a teacher that gives no correction It’s our passion too […]
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Published on November 15, 2015 06:03
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