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sweetboundesire -> life (3/21/2010 6:54:45 AM)
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(I wrote this in early December of '09, after a few glasses of wine, sitting starring at the Christmas tree i had just decorated, thinking about life. I find I write creatively the best after a little wine. I really like this poem.)
Mortal moments
Fragile flesh
Like a blade of green growing grass
On a fertile summer plain
Lay me down on that green green grass
Mortal flesh on tender grass
Crushed
Moments
Fleeting
The life of a blade of grass
The life of a body of flesh
All this feeling wrapped in fragility
A conscious ability to grasp it
To feel it
Claim it
And Know it
Then scatter...
¤ ¤ ~ Poof! ~ ¤ ¤
Into the wind...
To rewind
And backtrack
Curl in a ball & be reborn
to that feel
that claim
to life
Once more.....
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