Wednesday, 30 November 2011


It's transparently crystal clear -
You razed the early world my dear.
When earth belonged to lizard kings,
You crashed demolishing all things.

'Who grassed,
Who was your spy?'
you ask in fear, you gasp -
'Who spilled the secret of my past?

and I reply -
It was a little insect dear,
trapped in the amber of your eye.

breakin the mould somewhat... with ten more words than usual, i.e, here's a 60-word poem.
Art and writing own work. :)

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