Literally, mystery is an accident.
Fragility though not unique is
inevitable. A boy finds a marble
in the streets; suddenly his world
becomes remarkable. A crow scratching
with its claws uncovers fresh larva
then flies off desperately searching
for more.
2 comments:
Madame _ J'aime I like the way you flow from step to step poem to poem. forgive my broken english...
Thank you so much for your supportive comments. Your english
is fine!
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