Tuesday, 28 May 2013

One last poem

The weariness,
Creeping into my eyes,
Filling this mind,
That used to quicken,
At the thought of a word,
The vision of a picture,
Perhaps it is growing late,
I really should go,
But I cannot leave,
Before I finish writing,
One last poem.

~Rei Shiori

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