by Deborah Richards
Monday, November 17, 2003
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in days, i seek you as my want, my peace of mind, and the will to be as though i am,
i feel the sores spreading on my feet as i stare at the paved streets,
i gaze at this hour glass of mine, as i sit on waves currents, with the movement of oceans rhythamless beat,
i cross this beaten path of oasis, seeing the illusion, mirage, a water fall for thirst,
planting a seed as my mind contemplate the belonging of my hunger,
i go over and over again in my stare as the sands of the hour glass drains down, counting, with grains, no number displayed,
i faulter through time as i travel the decades, i am lost time and i still do not know what is it seek,
i am the clock on the wall that follow you,
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|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Truly a gem of a write!
Love how you crafted this one!
|Reviewed by Valerie Roeske
|so cool, you put words into a charm of music, never read something so fabulous, thanks for sharing this gem, Val|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|hope your timing is impeccable...
very well crafted write... check the continuity of the last line...