friends on the path
i think as i stroll along the path'ould an ear approach, quite near
then, at home, as i take a bath
'ould an eye be wanted. right here?
[a short one, to test the water
- leave me a sign]
friends on the path
i think as i stroll along the pathPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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rebirth | 0 | 06/14/2011 |
friends on the path | 0 | 04/12/2010 |
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