Pebble

Poetry 1 Minute

Let go of the stone in your hand
A master won’t hold on
For no grasshopper can take
What isn’t there
Chirp the melody
Of what, of what, you seek
The night is filled with the sound
Of dreams

Published by mindworldfuture

Just a weirdo

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