The life is a constant exercise
of hands, creating wings,
of feet, treading in hot coals.
Saw...joined neighbors gossiping
talking badly about others, shouting,
Wise men, finished teaching
on collective 'Karmas',
Very noisy...
To have in persons
the confidence of cats,
close the eyes
stretch the neck,
in certainty of the fondness.
Naked feet:
I detach to matter
or misery?
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Prompt:"esoteric"
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A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie 6 by Laura Lamarca.
300 points, ended October 28, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
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