Staying quiet,
— stealing silence like a prayer —
The tented flag throws shadows
across my pen and arm.
Blowing bubbles,
— Stealing time like a burglar —
Watching kaleidescopes of sunbeams
instead of working.
Staying quiet,
— stealing silence like a prayer —
The tented flag throws shadows
across my pen and arm.
Blowing bubbles,
— Stealing time like a burglar —
Watching kaleidescopes of sunbeams
instead of working.
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