A poem:
In awe at life
so fleeting and transient
so delicate and valuable
tiny spider crawling along
making its way down the tile
searching for something unseen
going somewhere unknown
one moment
alive, purposeful, vibrant
the next
dead, deceased, passed on
squished under my shampoo bottle
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4 comments mean you love me:
yessss!
<3 you, Lizzy!
This is awesome. My "poetry" is down right retarded. Nice to see the real thing. ;)
you mean this poem wasn't retarded? I am honored! thankyousomuch!
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