Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Poem #6: Transcribing Scribbles

The Smallest things that blow my mind.
The Way that things unfold with time.
Ordered shapes till chaos strikes.
Changing forms as nature likes.

Exchange of light and energy,
that forms the bulk of all we see.
Enigmas right in front of me.
Perplexed by what it means to be. 

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