A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

20 November 2013

House of Glass

Sitting on a hill

Slowly filling with smoke

Crowned in dazzling light


Before the smoke came

Laughter bounced about

Now silence sings


Stones thrown break the panes

Smoke holding up the gem

Till bitter breezes whittle it away


The hill sits empty now

Pass visitors glance and the hole

And forget

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