Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 13, 2014

Erosion~by Abdul Wahab




One pitched dark night somehow
I reached there where lies flat the attic
Through the roots of a half dead tree 
After listening off beat songs I was really very sick

If I was told by someone before time
That the point was really the bottom of a pit
I would take a run and come down very fast
And with delight on the plain surface I would sit

In reality I never went to anywhere
Yet the pick is not there where once it had been
Slowly and slowly the depth breaks away
And a great erosion of height has been seen .

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