IT was there within the crack
of a sun-baked sidewalk
a beaten trampled path upon
that I placed my brittle soul
next to the weeds that grew
within a gritty soiled ground
Passerby, your foot so close
to the fractured light —
I see your sole but lost my own
Is the reason why I choose
that the thumb of rule is to be
that I watch the walkers leaving me?
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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love...
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December 3rd, 2013 at 4:22 pm
You have a charming way with words, I really enjoy reading your thoughts, they’re beautiful. Thank you for posting that!
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December 3rd, 2013 at 4:34 pm
I want to thank you for those kind words — I very much appreciate your comment!
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