Cliff Hanger
She sees me and a harsh word knocks the wind out of me,
a beckoning call eats my rest until I am lying on a ledge,
exposed to water and falling leaves,
and all the while my mind proves unable to branch out.
A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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