Sunday, May 22, 2011

Two Twitter Micro-poems

 A chapel, in the sky
Cumulus puffs
Touching the tips of apse
Stained, but not the glass
No hope for love that’s cirrus thin

On utopian dreams
Discourse finds
Your dreams will not be yours alone
Warehouse, on a shelf
They are stored
You, wanting more

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