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doorman
doorman
Mar 01, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

In light

A coin rolls the sky, begs

Air for luck, a toothless howl

White hands hide the shine

Old wants now late, wet

With doubt, and all the twigs

Sprout false for you and I

Unseen and spent

In light


— doorman, Mar 01, 2010

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doorman

doorman

16 years 3 months ago

Thanks, raskin.

I think I'll leave this one as it is, though. Perhaps explore the theme further in another write. Thanks again for dropping by. Regards, Espen.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

I love your stuff, brevity

I love your stuff, brevity and beauty in the same breadth, breath. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
doorman

doorman

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Anna

Your attention is highly appreciated. Thank you for reading, and for giving me a nudge as these short writes can be a little draining at times. Yours, Espen.
Z

ziggy

16 years 3 months ago

hi

well well espen good to read you again this is wort exploring , i like this " a toothless how! , good verse ,,,,,,ziggy
doorman

doorman

16 years 3 months ago

Thanks, Ziggy. Begged the

Thanks, Ziggy. Begged the moon for some plain luck yesterday. Useless and toothless. See you around, Espen.