
Silver drops, horizontal on train’s window.
Mind meshed in problems’ ebb and flow.
Flitting finch flashes - the deafening blow,
“Everything is Him”. I know. i know.
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4th November, 2005
that’s a good use of the picture! thanx for using it. I like the poem. And I love rhymes…
12th November, 2005
This is a cool poem brother. Very impatful, inspiring and familiar to me. Good work!
25th January, 2006
powerful stuff