Walk in the Park
An evening stroll in the park
Surfing the shadows of my mind
Gentle wind, blowing, I stumble upon
A lonely pine cone, fallen far from its tree
I carefully beheld it in the palm of my
Hand, sticky, desolate and useless.
A ticklish reminder of how, the complexity
Of mankind, can often times be.
Eddie Neal
2013 oct 13
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