ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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Thursday songlife is not a line to live from end to end life is but a canvas upon our brush to wend life is not a novel to read and then say ‘hum’ life is like a garden the work is never done life is not a measurement a span in time to know life’s a restful pond a stone at which we throw life is not an hour a year of half a day life is just a field for hearts like ours to play life is not a fragment of some much larger thing life is more a magnet a flame to draw us in life is not an apple to bite perchance to chew life is something else what I wish I knew Rhymes for a mood, 2007 |
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