I stain the poemA Poem by angelina nevesFor Alberts Poetry cafe -10 words challengeSurprise suprise! Casualities happen When silence and still We do nothing wrong
Ambush in invisibility Some bugs got me
Water-drop Dorp and drop From my poor nose I could water a vase
But the poor flowers Would get their pollen sticky
My throat is sore My ears are dizzeling And my head Seams as if made of wood
And I must go now Oh! I stain the poem With my running nose... I’m sorry
No inspiration No muse around here Just desolation: The flue bugs got me...
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