I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Monday, March 9, 2009
Submission in the later Afternoon
Because I'm playing hooky from other work, I sent off Prince Wanted to Flash Fiction Online. Good luck little story. Don't forget to write.
2 comments:
Best of luck. I subscribe to it, and have found a number of the stories worth tipping.
Thanks, Vince.
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