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This is called "Released" |
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april_dawn_h New Member
since 1999-12-10
Posts 9southern California |
This is a very personal poem- written for someone so please don't comment with criticism. Indian elephants and a small silver key. No one knows what that means but me. I have so much in this room of mine. Still, I search for things I can't find. Objects and people who've long been released... candles, artists, and my beautiful niece. Though I can't see, I'll always wonder. Hopeful dream- I wish to be seen. Magazines and pictures litter the floor. I already have too much. So why do I stash more? Does it really count? All that work. All those hours spent on a picture I'll never mount. |
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