Open Poetry #42 |
Weary Road |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
We walk through the streets, They’re all the same run, The same signs, different names, But nothing wakes differently with me. We move around our surroundings, Around and round, Like the way our heads turn At the thought of a new face, a new chance, At something new, at something “pure,” But alas, the tiger curls the same way, Meets his eyes to the fox’s trot, And like the street sign, sleeps alone, Unbathed, unscathed, and not an inch changed. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Like the way our heads turn At the thought of a new face, a new chance, At something new, at something “pure,” Interesting view of things. Are you sure you didn't notice some light patches growing on the tiger's back? love Margherita |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
very good. Nothing will change if human heart do not change. make me think. Tom |
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