Collecting the Days
broken words and heart randomly expressed.. (bad poetry and prose)
Monday, April 11, 2016
Day 11: When Lines Meet
when lines meet.
and intersect,
the wind plays
like a harp
across the sky.
reverberate
and jump
and Spring..
birds sing..
such
romantic things!
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