Poetry is freedom. It is a bird flying against the blue sky- a calm image of boundlessness, the human spirit.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
That Glass- Feb 23, 2010
Situation and Circumstance
All so definitive then…
Now, just a memory, a thought:
malleable, painful, and palpable.
Glances thrown back into time, confusion still.
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