Out of OrderA Poem by A.A.RomanczukWeary hands numbly turn stained pages As too much coffee scalds my throat Eyes stumble to the blinded window Longing for the sight of trees Letters dance and numbers blurr I write myself an out of order sign © 2011 A.A.RomanczukReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 13, 2011 Last Updated on September 13, 2011 AuthorA.A.RomanczukNJAbout“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..Writing
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