Thursday, February 24, 2011


a drop, drops down on a spot on my skin,
the drop is making me grin on my chin.

a grape drops down, from a vine, on the ground,
on the ground there's a grape that just fell from the vine.

on my skin i combined from the sun that grew root,
to the vine it grew fruit that i squashed with my foot.

i always wanted a peom just like you,
a poem that tells everything in your mind.

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