..
Behind a wall
There blooms,
bright red,
A rose
I see it not
Except I sit
In silent contemplation;
And then
Its glory shines
..
Beautiful its strength
Tender its smile
Strong its statement;
I am I - don't touch!
Let me bloom
And open wide
In mine own time,
To see and touch
The glory that is life
..
From Can Can Days by GeoE
June 2002
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Saturday, January 23, 2010
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