Marb, by Shine-On Subscribe to rss feed for Shine-On

A marble rolls
Across the top
The table edge
Comes soon

Lurching towards 
The heightened ledge
Dropping to
Its fate

Before the ground
Came rushing in
A hand
Slipped underneath

Saving glass 
From tile
Making life
Worth while
Posted: 2008-11-28 06:11:57 UTC

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