Sun In Pen Poem by O. C. Woods

Sun In Pen



Grey matter weekend erased by Sun
meeting a new soul under the rain inside the fire light
The Little Star is needed for my ink to shine
Your eyes unforgettable verses spellbounding lifetime sight

Stay close both of you if not I'll struggle
'Concrete goldless' light will die from crubble

Nothing gold can stay but us
Can we make it deathproof or keep the sun in pen apparatus?

O.O.W
12-05-2011
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