Strange Thing Poem by Andrew Nawroski

Strange Thing



Strange thing appear,
nudges you soft
urgent simplicity.

Strange thing leave
a vacant why,
smooth’s you down.

Strange thing forgotten
a place in time.
Playing its game,
that strange thing

Insane.

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Andrew Nawroski

Andrew Nawroski

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