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Mar 23, 2009
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Circle of Life
When does the child first care for the parent?
Thing as imperceptible as first light,
Just there like a sad poem, inherent—
The beginning of day or end of night.
At what distinct point does a circle end
And a new one begin? Would that new course
Be traveled left or right around the bend?
Picked up again—with or with out remorse?
At some moment summer green starts to fade,
Thing as imperceptible as first light.
Wind dyed leaves cover grass, no longer jade;
Righteous snow falls once more to hide in white.
The cycle begins all over again—
But where did it begin? Where does it end?
Thing as imperceptible as first light,
Just there like a sad poem, inherent—
The beginning of day or end of night.
At what distinct point does a circle end
And a new one begin? Would that new course
Be traveled left or right around the bend?
Picked up again—with or with out remorse?
At some moment summer green starts to fade,
Thing as imperceptible as first light.
Wind dyed leaves cover grass, no longer jade;
Righteous snow falls once more to hide in white.
The cycle begins all over again—
But where did it begin? Where does it end?
— deelilah, Mar 23, 2009
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gonzodave
17 years 2 months ago
~Dee
deelilah
17 years 2 months ago
Hello Gonzo or Dave or Gonzodave