It
It comes
On quiet feet
And no one knows it’s here
Until one bright or cloudy day
It leapsIt strikes
Without a sound
It moves too fast to see
And once it’s taken what it wants
It’s gone
(Cinquain)
the curvature of the Earth is overwhelmed by local noise
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It
It comes
On quiet feet
And no one knows it’s here
Until one bright or cloudy day
It leapsIt strikes
Without a sound
It moves too fast to see
And once it’s taken what it wants
It’s gone
(Cinquain)
Posted on 2013/04/07 at 11:56 pm in NaPoWriMo, words, writing | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
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