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...