Four In The Morning
Poetry, Prose, Insanity, Calamity.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Blindness
I found a little diamond
In the gutter, out walking
Shining bright in it's squalor
Proud and indifferent
To the busy passing feet
Themselves too proud to see
What treasures lie hidden
From frantic hearts
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