got up too late
lingered over the breakfast plate
but when i left to walk outside
i found the morning dew had scarcely dried
and gleamed like scattered, precious gems
in the growing heat of the summer sun
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About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
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