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Entry #40 As I was walking down, alone- and free to wander- What should I find in a river of mud but- a legion of beauty Amongst the drifting debris, soft, pliable clouds float The tiniest of dots, the largest of blossoms, shining a silvery blue through murky brown How a stale river can become a home for the softest of creatures

Posted by: shimekitsune Sat Jun 04, 2005 @ 04:08am

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[xX]Shiranai Seikatsu[Xx]
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Commented on: Sat Jun 04, 2005 @ 01:33pm


	One walks wear they please, allowing themself to explore and think about what they choose to. A beautiful river in which to find yourself in through your reflection, or a dislike to the mud reflecting your own negative side and it alone. Many things float within the river, as many thoughts and opinions roam your mind. Some obvious, some not. Yet even the non-obvious can be answered with the right questions. A place callws home can reflects yourself, and is a place you can be your natural gentle self. That's the exact thought I recieve when reading that poem. Very excellent work, Shime. Keep up the great poetry and you'll be a famous writer with ease. I suggest keeping all of your poems in some sort of archive so you will always have them. 3nodding

Commented on: Sun Jun 05, 2005 @ 07:59am

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