I gave you one slip.
In it a poem to read.
But you could know
That
It was not a poem.
But,
A message to you
To go with it
To infinity.
An out pass
To freedom
Of Infinity.
So, never
You came back
To comment
On that poem
Except with
Your color black,
The beauty,
The death
Monday, February 16, 2009
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