a thought comes
into your mind.
something you might want
to write about
when you get home tonight.
it's a clear
clean line
of poetic musing.
no need to write it
down, it's unforgettable.
an hour later
it's gone.
a feather in the wind,
unborn.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
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