A Dot

Poem By Daniele Pinna

I am a dot,
a tiny dot,
occupying this lonely spot.

I am dust,
gagging rust,
gathering on a tarnished pot.

I am a tear,
a long-wept cheer,
smudging a poetic plot.

I am a boy,
a useless toy,
analyzing a lonely dot.

Comments about A Dot

dammit. *honestly. i hate typos. so there goes my romantic moment, ruined by a misspelling. (heh, just kidding 'bout the love thing, by the way, don't think i'm a creep.)
Outstanding. I honesly think I love you.

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