Thoughts
Don't wait until they take the final shape,
but just let the heart take these wings of words.
Don't let them drop to the floor
to shatter into a million pieces.
Faint smile, pain inside, exquisite joy -
pour them out on paper and be content.
Dear part-time poetry, you haven't abandoned me after all!
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
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