Being Alive

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Finding Ones way
Being alone?
             sometimes it works      
We seek clear paths where the light shines  
sometimes it is dark
either way , the crawling
supplicants never know
that what they need is to
Stand up and walk      
resting in the flowing silks  
coursing through
the stamens and sepals
of her alabaster neck

who shall say it ? who shall cry it      who shall sing?
words of laughter ,
pealing across the firmament  
cries      
       moans      
               whimpers      
be mine forever more

Stay, look again
at those things I carved
see what We found  .
Take Us inside      

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
A WOOD WORKERS JOY

in making are out of wooden stakes, TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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A flowery look {couldn't help myself there} at the struggles of life.

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