My thoughts, poems and short stories
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Unseen?
A young child picks a flower
Hour by hour
Gently placing them in a vase
Stopping to tie her shoelace
She sees something there
A picture, a glare
Reflecting in the glass
A familiar something
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