~beings of dust, gas, and ice~
An explosion of light,
born from stardust,
we walk on our "perfectly created" home
as time drags on
we slowly get closer to our mother-
until really, there is no mother
or her children at all
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
neinborn’s Poems (4)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| ~Two Paths~ | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| ~Have you ever?~ | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| ~The Death of a Fallen Angel~ | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| ~beings of dust, gas, and ice~ | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
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