Oct 2013
He took his finger to write
A poem on the dusty window glass
His thoughts lost within the afternoon
Sunlight; mesmerized by the kaleidoscope
Playing with his childish inhibitions.
A poem on the dusty window glass
His thoughts lost within the afternoon
Sunlight; mesmerized by the kaleidoscope
Playing with his childish inhibitions.
(Las Vegas, Nevada)
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