My Operathese times last far too long
Saturday, March 21, 2009 11:25:00 PM
and so my friends i post again a 'writing on a whim' piece . . . . i hope it isn't too boring, but i don't know what my mind is doing. living in a fog . . . .
spring winds are blowing
the sun is shining
birds are singing
a renewed day
i sit waiting
to begin again
these times last far too long
between them i am caught
like a kite that can't take flight
like a seed -- trying to root
the ground is so hard and dry here
may your days find you in a warm moist enviornment where growing will bring you fruit.
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that is writing on a whim .... maybe you'll be inspired to write your own whim. feel free to share your whim with me this day.
spring winds are blowing
the sun is shining
birds are singing
a renewed day
i sit waiting
to begin again
these times last far too long
between them i am caught
like a kite that can't take flight
like a seed -- trying to root
the ground is so hard and dry here
may your days find you in a warm moist enviornment where growing will bring you fruit.
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that is writing on a whim .... maybe you'll be inspired to write your own whim. feel free to share your whim with me this day.
