Sunday, November 20, 2005

Fear

Work in progress.......

With fear I approached
the scattered cushions
They spoke of a night
of revelry untold

Myriad thoughts
crowded out logic
I picked each one;
each with tales in wrap

There, under the last one
I found the clincher
Friends were not stealer;
the mobile was safe.

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