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Friday, April 12, 2013

An incomplete poem

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Like a drop that drips from the feather
Of the owl that roosts
On the tip
Of the world
I will blow a wish and surrender
And fall a thousand feet
Beneath
Who I was...
Your childish grin enlightens -
it tickles me and nudges me -
Sparkling
That you are.
Tonight you hug yourself and sleep
But tomorrow is forever:

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1 comment:

  1. Somehow I can't complete this poem. I think about it often... like I get stuck on forever...

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