The molten silver sun is burning through
the glass I write behind, watching the light,
trying to parse the profound, trite, and true,
from the relentless magic of time's flight.
 


Andy
03/06/2013 3:01pm

Thanks for all the great poetry!

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09/27/2013 4:57pm

Found this blog from Weebly's index, nice!

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