scraps

Posted on by L.T.L.

stars puncture the skies
millions of worlds unopened
unmet, all lonely

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tom-tit squeaks ruffled
sting of winter is yellow
droplets amid green

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grass softly reeling
ragged pieces of mist sheets
i enter nowhere

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Published by L.T.L.

i was born in the past century. i tried the living fast, but i failed to die young. from all the choices of study before me, i chose linguistics and languages. i am a stranger here, on this earth, on my way to seek my eternal home.