| Open Poetry #28 |
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KoKo Senior Member
since 2003-02-15
Posts 995Inside the shadow's shadow |
Icicled little boys Beg from the bottom of a ring Chrystalized teeth chatter. You Stare Blankly. Not seeing. A thousand thin emotions tickle The edges of your ready lips. Never recognized Never grasped The words And so You spoke... s i l e n c e I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. --Chang Tzu [This message has been edited by KoKo (09-03-2003 02:05 AM).] |
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Kaoru![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
This is simply amazing.. Really interesting and cool(literally?) write! ![]() |
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KoKo Senior Member
since 2003-02-15
Posts 995Inside the shadow's shadow |
Thanks Kaoru That means alot comin from you ![]() I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
--and you spoke v o l u m e s ![]() Loves 'n hugs, EA |
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KoKo Senior Member
since 2003-02-15
Posts 995Inside the shadow's shadow |
Hehehe!! Thanks Ea!! ![]() I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. |
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