Haiku 4: Cleansing Smoke...
watch the paper burn
little smoke and deep wood smell
and know you are cleansed
Haiku 4: Cleansing Smoke...
watch the paper burn
little smoke and deep wood smell
and know you are cleansed
Olan01 commented on Haiku 4: Cleansing Smoke...
11-08-2010
11/08/2010
angelchaser commented on Haiku 4: Cleansing Smoke...
11-05-2010
11/05/2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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