Shelly's Poetry: A COPPER URN

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

A COPPER URN

When I looked into the urn of my lifetime I realized I had filled it with street mime. I tipped the urn to pour its spoils only to discover its contents sated with foils. There I stood embolden, with my copper urn. Attempting to discover what I could learn. My past had seeped beyond reach,... Sign in to see full entry.

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