Every day is a revision, a flux of emotions and evolution of ideas.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Woman, why weepest thou?
Reality lightens my burdened soul with the knowledge of my tattered clothes.
To be happily shrouded by the protection of secrets does not hide existance.
There is no need to be afraid. The morning sun reveals the naked form under the linen.
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Dear Carol, thanks for your cruising. I added your blog to my blogroll to visit here on hand. :) Your poems are appealing. It seems that I see that courageous woman. And, I think when my poems will be as good as yours. Hee.. anyway, keep it on. :)
2 comments:
Dear Carol,
thanks for your cruising. I added your blog to my blogroll to visit here on hand. :)
Your poems are appealing. It seems that I see that courageous woman. And, I think when my poems will be as good as yours. Hee.. anyway, keep it on. :)
I am honored to be on your roll, Jennia.
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