Corduroy PantsA Poem by CosminDZS"It was there where I found myself hitting sticks against the branches"
when I’d come home with my bicycle.
Nobody ever knew where I went, and brought back stories of angels watching over suburbs so that the demons couldn’t touch us. It was when the rain settled on the asphalt I would look for treasure, in the puddles where I dipped my fingers to streak my face with mud. And when it first snowed I embraced the flakes with my arms and kissed the earth below so that I tasted the dirt and it tasted better than anything. It was there where I found myself hitting sticks against the branches that always fought back but never gave way to the poundings of my soul. © 2014 CosminDZSAuthor's Note
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