I am Poem

March 27, 2012
By Anonymous

I am a twisted daisy weaving thru a maze of weeds.
I am the fiber upon a short-navy jump rope.
I am a striking yellow red mango rolling around in a spring garden.
I am a glistening stone in a deep pile of rocks.
I am the gleam of midnight rush,
A mellow sock upon a drifting foot,
The keys of a piano, moving to the wrong rhythm.


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