My head is empty, As a great hall
The words
They echo, Off the wall

Friday, April 8, 2011

Noise

Drip. Drip. Drip.
See the rain drop.


Tick. Tick. Tick.
Hear the time tock.


Where does it go,
I just don’t know.


Away from here,
It does appear.


I can’t see through the rock.

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