The Precise Word is the platform where I occasionally post my works, ranging from poems, stories to articles on everyday issues.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Tent
Soon after miles of walking I stopped to put up a tent And to have some rest in the desert nest. I went inside to take a nap Images came as I dream Their form only about the following tent Which angels dreadful they deem.
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