One Zappai Poet
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Series of Zappai Poetry
A beacon of hope
Signals the coming rainfall
To wash away sin
Repulse from disgust,
I withdraw from the grotesque
to a pleasant scene
Hard working at night,
The hot wax begins to melt
as the point wears down
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