Sunday, June 15, 2008
"And The Poem Is Born".----------------------------------------------------
I liken my mind to the ebb and flow of the sea. As I close my eyes and feel my lungs expand my breath glides over the tangled web of weeds and so my thoughts are sorting and dissecting! As I exhale-wasteful residues slip away to be despatched into the atmosphere- leaving behind the polished pearls...
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