Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Bowing down?
tentacles of leaves what is it you'er reaching for? we still stand so tall
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