Trickle Down Economics of Blessings
Beyond the realm of deams, into the truth of time
The meek now bare their souls, and search for the divine
Blessings whispered from the lips into the outstretched hands
That fall through open fingers......upon the unknown damned
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Just Because
Upon the measure of our days, whose limits mark our light
As we search for renewal, when dreams control our nights
To rehearse all thats yet to be, and replay all that was
Awake before completion.....and left with....
JUST ....BECAUSE
A
3/19/04
bad mood poetry
ty, ty, ty, Dani ;)
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hope all is well with you..
floria
Excellently penned!
Love, Sheila
Love tinka