Sunday, April 29, 2007

intro inspector


Between the lines the fingers make in that place where introspection finds a diamond shape to reflect upon the individual state of mind.


Crushed like hope disappears fast when broken flower discarded to ground wears a faded suit.


Against a smokey sky the eyes inside the clouds try to hide the repetitive return to the round.


the stonesmile2

emotional rock
familiar as stone returned
becomes another friend

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