Poems from rvc731

Exotic colors Stretch through empty atmosphere Weaving energy  
I am not a pencil, I am a pen.  Why? I think I'd rather be a pencil,  but I am not.   For instance, the number 2 pencil gets prized for...
I fall asleep Images form I'm panting I'm running In a dark alley leading to a maze  In a lean swaying building I hear my name  Shouted...
I have given nothing to you on your birthday.   I know you  mentioned your special  day many  times previously.    Forgive me, but your  "...
Green sprouts from the earth A new living creature's birth   In the optimistic breezy day The hours run away   Popping then dancing in the...

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