Monday, November 9, 2009
Life With(out) Poetry
Without
Grass is green.
Dew is wet.
The sky is blue.
The sun sets.
She smiles.
The rose opens.
Grass is green.
Dew is wet.
The sky is blue.
The sun sets.
She smiles.
The rose opens.
With
The dew-drop-covered slivers
of emerald green shimmer
in the light.
Blue and white transform into
pinks and purples, as the
sun sinks low.
The slow-unfolding petals
of the rose coax from
her a smile.
The dew-drop-covered slivers
of emerald green shimmer
in the light.
Blue and white transform into
pinks and purples, as the
sun sinks low.
The slow-unfolding petals
of the rose coax from
her a smile.
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