Sensing
in a hustle full of bustle tears,
apart in a solitude,
I see all that I could,
see more than I should.
Can you now?
Now you see a drop of moonflake
standing by the snow,
trying to stay low,
and be there,
be square,
And lying there.....
Alone.
And do you feel the sky awakes,
limitless to the world,
boundless by imagination,
quitting way up high.
And be where you are,
be there so far,
And lying there.....
Alone
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Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on January 13, 2003
Nice thoughts. Perhaps a bit of editing then perfection
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