Zzang: Archive – Random Poem

 

Obstacle

A match stands.
When you are kind and smooth and meet the match
nothing.
When you are harsh and rough and meet the match
a light spark.
When you are harsh and rough and brush by the match
ignition.
I am the match.
My flame burns.

-Niño

 

 

 

 

 

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