Micropoetry – See (5)
I see the clock
It ticks to escape
There is the fragrance of jasmine
And the fire and I are dying
Each a slow death
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
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I see the clock
It ticks to escape
There is the fragrance of jasmine
And the fire and I are dying
Each a slow death
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
