We Grow Like Trees

Thursday, June 11, 2015

A Poet:

I used to think I was a poet
until I realized that the slight
ringing in my ears was not
the echoing of a tortured soul
locked away deep inside myself
but the sound of lights
humming in a quiet room
Posted by Thane at 8:45 PM

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