Slow, snow, go, well it rhymes at least.
a rest of a least twenty minutes is now required.
too much to write.
is everybody's a two minute wonder I wonder
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Glass Breaks In Cobweb Finger Lures glass breaks in cobweb fracture splinters so beautiful like a spiders spun web circle delicate lines fractures eruption lace surface safe until unless careless cuts fingers on splinters Inspired by the poem 'A Lazy Poem Zzzzzzzzzzzzz' by the poet Paul Brookes. Dedicated to the poet Paul Brookes.
High Cloud Delicate Snowflake Factories water rain high cloud thin freezes into ghost delicate wafer vein leaf petals snowflakes snowflakes softly falls Inspired by the poem 'A Lazy Poem Zzzzzzzzzzzzz' by the poet Paul Brookes. Dedicated to the poet Paul Brookes.
Sight Flutters Like Snowflakes Falling a slow pulse flutter sight like snowflakes falling flutter flutter flutter slowly to surface patient ground snowflakes flutter light shutters silent veils world Inspired by the poem 'A Lazy Poem Zzzzzzzzzzzzz' by the poet Paul Brookes. Dedicated to the poet Paul Brookes.
Snowflake Instant Melts Or Snow Accumulates a slow flight like soft snowflakes falling flutter flutter flutter slowly to the ground snowflakes flutter make it or melt instantly Inspired by the poem 'A Lazy Poem Zzzzzzzzzzzzz' by the poet Paul Brookes. Dedicated to the poet Paul Brookes.
A Slow Snowflake Poem a slow slow poem like snowflakes falling flutter flutter flutter slowly to the ground will snowflakes flutter make it or melt instantly Inspired by the poem 'A Lazy Poem Zzzzzzzzzzzzz' by the poet Paul Brookes. Dedicated to the poet Paul Brookes.
glass breaks in cobweb fracture splinters, so beautiful like a spiders web circle delicate lines or fractures, safe until unless careless cuts fingers on splinters
a slow poem like snowflakes falling, flutter flutter flutter slowly to the ground, will snowflakes flutter make it or melt instantly
a chuckle (by me) at the ending was welcome. i almost fell asleep. bri :) amusing and i suspect truth here
It's terrible how our thoughts work against each other to create a logjam of words. At certain moments those same thoughts once wove themselves together into a musical reverie, but at the moment of composition they fail us. Blocked poets suffer a singular form of self-torture.
In a circuitous way i'm able to send you my hello and best wishes. PH still is suffering from near-death! bri