Dedication to the Man in a House Full of Mirrors
Sep 22nd, 2011 | By Deonte Osayande | Category: PoetryMost days I am that apology
Most days I am that apology
We are just made of a collection of those who have met us that we will never meet.
We twinkle like glitter in the snow
In Ancient Egypt the Bennu bird had rose itself from sacred fire.
With Ruby Pearls wrapped in papyrus I