While adrift in the ocean,
already having lost your way,
it is not in your best interest
to pick up your oar and row.
Rather layback for a spell.
Feeling the waves and the wind.
In time you will find you destination.
And your greatest trek can begin.
Author notes
this was another project for my world poetry class. i was ment to compose a poem in the spirit of the mystic Rumi, who is a fantastic poet that all will enjoy
Written April 19th, 2005
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nice, everything happens for a reason -
heyas mau i luv it... very short but very cute
(just like you :-P) luv ya lots (missin ya too... we gotta hang when you get back!!!!!!) laters
~sara jayne your #1 whore... :-P -
have you not noticed by now i can't spell to save my life??? we have shitty schools over here ok! and i think i have a disorder. SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!
kisses
-pixy -
pick up my ore? my unpurified metal? thats interesting, cause i always did the rowing with an oar, hmph, learn something new every day
cool idea pix, another winnnnnnnner
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Very nice - I do like the simple poetry
Well Done :-)
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