The Bead

by One Soul Lost in a Lucid Dream   Nov 4, 2007


Pale Speck on my paper,
Shall I push you away,
Away from sight,
Away from mind.
If only to see you roll,
Colors reveal as you go,
Amazing, brilliant speak in my hand.

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