Sharp edge- I feel it- as I went.
Burned my hand- as I lean on it!
A vibration passes my head,
I collapsed!
Black rocks! Broken branches-
I look high above-
To where I subtly fell from!
I know I'm in pain-
For I know what hope- love- life: is!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Black rocks, broken branches
Poem by Marc Aupiais
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