A Sapling pandiculates,
As the sun's light dictates,
on leaves' deathbed.
Akin my resurrection,
where worded imperfection,
is lost when said.
~KSR
About the Creator
KSR
A wisecracking wordsmith, and an intelligent imbecile trying to paint the darkness of the world with the abyss of my words to make color out of the colorless.
Read me to know yourself,
Read me to know me,
and eventually loose both of us.
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