Thursday, February 25, 2016

poem of the day February 25


On a dark night
it is sometimes
hard to see
your own light
On a light day
it is sometimes hard
to see if the dark
is hiding inside your room
I hear the harmonica
coming from the well
Contentment can be
reached by climbing
out of the pit
The trick is to have
the empty mind
at all times
focused on
the stairs

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