dimanche 20 février 2011

'Writing' by Trendance

I think we must head for precision
In this bewildered world of delusion.

The poem I write by its shortness
undoubtedly indicates
This desire for non excess.

I hate reading never-ending narratives
For all that is sensitive
Fades away like the yet wrinkled eve.

Trendance

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