miss honest

A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Monday, January 22, 2007

The Endings

Before, I was a mother
Then I became a fish
Soon I became a dinner
I was a ghost in no time
Then I was born

1 Comments:

Blogger Voice said...

i was not able to understand the first time... rest i understood but i think the meaning is incomplete with out the first line

8:31 am  

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