575 Bliss
17-syllable forays into the world, the mind, and the heart.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Twinkle, Glory, Losing
Monday:
Grown tired of playing,
Without direction, honor,
For a losing team.
Sunday:
From life unto death,
Flares of glory, a phoenix
Flies autumn's entrance.
Saturday:
Tall, colored bottles
Splinter sunshine, this moonshine.
Twinkle in the light.
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