slashes of light
cross hashes of dark
a crumpled poem in my hands
bamboo sticks clink on the stones
childhood resonates on the walls
man is not enough
man is not enough!
WOW, I like that and most times, I believe.
Nice flow although quite unexpected.
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.