Sunday, 20 November 2011

A Lift Unknown..


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  1. Poetry with lyrical equanimity,!
    And if I may.
    Once uv built 'castles out of sand', maybe it does'nt matter what or if or when is destroyed next./Poor sand's d only thing sustaining one's ground or it's pretext.
    Maybe it's the legs drifting to d beaches, the arms moving in distracted company, that make it worth d effort.
    Maybe d drive, doing d talk. Maybe d thought, that lays d bulwark. In d sands of time

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