A Glimpse of Real Things

A Glimpse of Real Things

A Poem by Pi Cee

Dancing through the wind, on a tree's lonely leaf.
surfing, as if on an ocean's wave.
Time, as portholes in a tunnel of buried sense.

© 2012 Pi Cee


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Listening to the uncurled lips that just didn't think.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Pi Cee
Pi Cee

Parkersburg, WV



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