Poem

By Crackersville

Thu, 24 Sep 2009

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I've walked ready,
wondering what kind of love
you need, and the answer was

the kind of love that
has death in it.

I've kept myself sane,
for too long,
the special tree you are, the rare bird

I'm not.

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I think this is simple and

Permalink Submitted by Beeme on Fri, 2009-09-25 20:24

I think this is simple and very beautiful. Great poem. I especially enjoyed; 'I've kept myself sane, for too long, the special tree you are, the rare bird I'm not.' Beeme xx

:-) Thank you Beeme.

Permalink Submitted by Crackersville on Fri, 2009-09-25 23:49

:-) Thank you Beeme.

So much in so few words.

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sat, 2009-09-26 08:56

So much in so few words. Tina:-)

I'm trying, Tina. Thanks :-)

Permalink Submitted by Crackersville on Sat, 2009-09-26 19:45

I'm trying, Tina. Thanks :-)

Poem

By Crackersville

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I think this is simple and

:-) Thank you Beeme.

So much in so few words.

I'm trying, Tina. Thanks :-)

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