A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


Crimson lights
like burning fire
the furnace
calcining the library
boiling heat transfer,
smelting the inky night,
the poetsmith,
painstaking efforts,
helping the combustion
linking the night
with the self
a poem
just like
the water-washed dawn
jumping out of
the heart of the river.

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