Friday, January 27, 2012

Provocation of a Thought


He is wild, like a raging bull
Dust rising soundlessly
Yet, I feel the pull
Of the ground trembling
Violently
For he is on the next street
But
All I can see
Is the golden mist
Of a mirage I am certain
Surely
Exists


J~

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