Saturday, April 9, 2011

Need another note book

Gleaming
Trite tirade
Glistens
Gossamer beads of insight
String distant sprouts
Of meaning

And like the breaking sun
Sober clouds of afterthought
On winds of cold reason
Spread
A broad chasm
Between what was once
One congruent continent of meaning

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1 Comments:

At 7/5/11 09:09 , Blogger Diane said...

like it.

 

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