Behind the Bushes
14.5 words on a page confuse me.
What am I, or better yet, what am I called?
Am I am a light that can’t be seen,
or one that is hiding in the darkness,
or maybe I’m a light that just isn’t shining.
14.5 words on a page confuse,
but at least they got me thinking.
This poem was written by Roba Adnew on Jun 02, 2007.
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