Cinnamon Tales
Everything distinct has a scent, my distinctness smells of cinnamon.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Slay.
You can't persuade a driven mind,
That chooses a path to slay.
Be it one or two or many a fools,
Whose help got them caught in it's way.
(Single
quatrain
poems are my favourite.)
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