short poem (Remove filter)
A short study
studying her quiet face asleep,
i can only guess how
far she has travelled.
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NB. I think this is a haiku but as I am rubbish at counting the whatever's for it, I
am just gonna call this a short poem.
Thursday 8th April 2010 9:48 pm
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