Sometimes, I write poems.
Friday, December 17, 2010
In the first sense, not what is thought or felt.
Rather that which is held, seen or smelled.
In the second, everything physical scatters.
Add an "s", and only what is invisible
© Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010
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