e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Born in pan on a coal
Bubbling, my ways maybe slow
But I have a tiny big goal
Blasting to rise and grow,
Beyond apex and the usual toes,
But hey, don’t tell me to go
Building bricks where the crowd does.

In the direction of waves.
Inside or out, I don’t move
I don’t see that often seen
In the eyes of many man…
Incase you don’t know, drop a stone on me
And watch me spread my ways
As ripples do over the waters.


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