Jessica Bibbee

20110808

In aphorism, haiku, poetry, proverb on 20110808 at 21:00

The acorn that falls far from the tree, lands on barren soil.

《free》
Free as a bird, you
dare to clip my wings; watch me
soar ever higher.

《hollow》
What an impression
this depression has on me-
such substance, your hollow.

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