Rusting Toys
Toys rust in the rain,
colorful, plentiful; wet,
your sadness, my pain.
© 2008 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
Rusting Toys
Toys rust in the rain,
colorful, plentiful; wet,
your sadness, my pain.
© 2008 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
Isaiahjanae commented on Rusting Toys
02-26-2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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