It started with a pebble. A thought on the pile of my mind,
dislodging an old stone that sat between 2 rocks
Rocks that formed long ago. Fossils of experience. The history repeating.
But they came loose! Wobbling for change a millimetre too far tapping a boulder.
The boulder - last controlled thought;
Crashing!
Tumbling!
Dislodging!
Those in its wake . Dissrupting the order , turning a pyramid into rubble
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Imperfection
PoetryA poem book by the only @acceptyourflaws. Hope you like it. :) Feel free to comment, vote and/or criticize me, just keep it clean and hope you like my first poem book. ( Some of you may know this book as Flaws, but I've had to rename it to make a d...
