Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Saturday, December 6, 2008
How Do You Know He's Real?
He asked me
pointing to his chest he said -
I'm real.
I know you're real
I can see you.
How do you know he was real?
I could only close my eyes
and try to believe.
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