Dismayed, I held it
to know not to release it
but a careless wind
impulsively swept through me
rustling my character.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Posted by Lily at 3:58 PM
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Poetry has long been a part of being human. Through music and other forms of pop culture it continues to remain revelant. Yet, once there was a time crafted but impromptu expressions in language were a form of communication. A seemingly simple thought or observation sent to oneself or another recipient was possessed with nuanced meaning. In this, every day is infused with moments of meditation. I would like to take a moment to say...
Dismayed, I held it
to know not to release it
but a careless wind
impulsively swept through me
rustling my character.
Posted by Lily at 3:58 PM
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