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Little untitled poem

by  Xenny

Posted: Sunday, November 6, 2005
Word Count: 49




And there are those warm evenings
as the sky dispenses with the sun
and glows deeply with its own ocean-bottom blue
when he lets himself look up
nostalgia pricking his eyes
spinning again with the
sense that something incredible
could happen
if only he knew how to make it