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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


Merely I Was
2004-01-01 - 6:34 p.m.

I was merely sleeping,

Wasting time til now

Dreaming soft whispers

In the early morn.

I was only sleeping

Passing the time til day

Hearing sweet memories

In the misty morn.

I was merely there,

Waiting for the time

To rise from the womb

And make my presence known.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave