I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence.
I speak of things i see.
so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial
I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Subtle Signs
Looks Honey dew caresses. flitting over... laced in folly...of pride... soften..only in slivers of shadows... Who sees?
simply fascinating!!
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