Friday, August 10, 2007

Quatrains

Winds humming,
Through the grass,
I sit and listen,
As moments pass

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Life is a brook
Let it run free
To join some river
And a far off sea

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A message in a bottle
He finds ashore
It tells a half story
He waits for more

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Silence speaks
If only you listen
Even broken mirrors
Show reflection

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You are strong
I acknowledge
My smartness though
Has an edge

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Events Occur
Moment Fly
Memories Linger

Until we die

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