Thursday, April 22, 2010

NaPoWriMo - Poem 22

How can I still rub my hand into a hot fire pit
When I know it's flames can burn?

At least today, the guilt lifted.
Posted by at 5:28 PM

1 comments:

Lauralee said...

That sure could be translated in different ways.

10:00 PM

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