Sunday, May 23, 2010

Wood Fossil

I will gift you a history

That the winner hasn’t written for a change

And others will not tell other stories in days to come.

Only time will know how gaps collapse

As we grow upon each other like wood and grass;

Although we won’t touch each other in the sense wood does

But more like pages of a novel.

And even if the heavy storms dust

Fossil that becomes, will have a thousand stories saved.

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