The Zoo KeeperA Poem by clairekeown25
And he lay out his hands, lost
on the wrinkled grey skin. The Orchestral roar of the sky machines. Tribute. The eyes of the hippopotamus are dark as he bows to the cries of the free birds. © 2013 clairekeown25 |
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Added on August 21, 2013 Last Updated on August 21, 2013 Author
clairekeown25Abouttrying to work out if we are all holograms, the world is full of paradoxes and by accepting them perhaps we will find the absolute truth. aside from occupying myself with staring at the wall thinkin.. more..Writing
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