2015-07-27

Written for a Day
—a poem by Vincent Spada

Written for a day
Alike as many others
Rolling from the cells
Merely on a whim

Written for a day
Here and soon forgotten
Vibrant and then dull
Scattered by the dawn

Written for a day
Turns like green leaves
Frightened at the prospects
Wondering with poor words

Written for a day
A thought given a thought
Tumbling down the hillside,
and then, it is no more


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Vincent Spada, a poet from Massachusetts, is currently working on his manuscript Goldfish Generation.

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