Jon Doe


Rise - Poem by Jon Doe

To much of the taste of infinity
To many of the smallest amount
Never knowing mouths
that always stand without
Yet trap inside the hearted sprigs
Taking what half the bounty brings
And all, for in her cries
She ravages herself...

To die with simplicity


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010



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