Sunday, October 25, 2009

pencils

pencils,
everytime it gives itself,
a part of itself is lost.
until it is too short to be used.

unlike pens,
that leave an empty shell.
clinging on to this world,
but it is useless,
and a nuisance,
to the environment too.

pencils,
used, sharpened,
too short, gone.
leaving no trace on this earth.

pencil.

posted by yanjie at 10:12 PM

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