Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Sunday, April 25, 2010
After The Blast
Let's wait until the smoke clears,
The swirl of emotion, the mist of tears,
The human state of medula-fears,
Once ignited, billows and veers
And does not settle, sometimes for years.
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