I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
Gift
It is the sound of morning birds and cars rushing nearby, the sight of dawn just beginning to caress the sky and beautiful stained glass. It is the smell of fresh mown grass and budding flowers. It’s the taste after raining for hours, and the juiciest fruit you haven’t seen for months. It’s the feel of wind in a warm front and cold water from the hose. It is the only thing I know that has kept me going this long- it is always a gift from God.
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