10 april 2013
Dent
A drop from the sky
fell upon my face-
I was still, it passes by.
Soaked the maze-
above turned grey,
loosens the lace.
A Sudden stop to all
and came the light,-
as darkness crawled.
Thus blue it lent,
I took off my foot
dry were the dents.
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