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Graphic Poetry
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Pause
A pause in the movement
of life,
on planks of deadness
near the flow.
Light fills in
every pore and crevice.
I open up courage
and with it my mind
and body.
No desire to see
what hope holds out
for me.
It's time to float on life.
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ravi
January 18, 2010 at 8:34 AM
you speak of me....for me....
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Clascale
I am a writer, poet, translator and an art critic with an avid interest in fine art nudes. I know a few Asian and European languages.
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