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blinking seasons.



years and months
rush past, and we name them
numbers and dates.

but weeks slog on
without a name, a number-

just a simple reminder
life goes on.


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  • Beauty Of Silence
    August 21, 2008

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    oooh!

    this is an interesting piece, it's deep, even in such little and simple words! >.< life does go on no matter what... unless you decide to end it, which you shouldn't!!! GOSH!!! alright, now that we got that clear, this was an awesome poem... and time flies so fast doesnt it!


  • transit
    August 16, 2008
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    aaww

    what a beautiful expression on something I never really thought about before. Weeks do slug on sometimes and yet, they are just called "odd" and "even" in our calenders for if we follow the wrong week, we're gone.

    I love your wit and the sadness here is poigant dear. beautiful background too dear.

    transit~