Nonsense 46 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 46



Where nothing separates the wood from the trees
It pleases me

Where sanctions were formed to keep me in check
I bless them

Where actions speak louder than words
I cherish them

Where socks lie lonely in the draw
I curse them

Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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