vaneramosshe has left you
have no one to lift your
handheld swaying
limbs toward a wide I’d heaven
apex bud
you cringe emerge
teeter atop
new views expanding endlessly
far rooted sprawls
so low
too angry clouded
still under shadow
others tangled
stand on branches
reach for you
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Date: 2004-01-19 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-20 07:53 am (UTC)This poem also reflects a sense of loss I feel right now.
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Date: 2004-01-19 10:09 pm (UTC)your sentiments, too.~paul
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Date: 2004-01-20 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-20 08:38 am (UTC)