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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Monday, April 13, 2009

In quiet rain

I

listen in the dark
to the soft hum and slow skip
of one young thing
makin' her way home.

wearing thin white cotton and carrying those shoes
she sings herself a quiet love song.
rise to watch her dance across grass
new and glistenin' with quiet rain

pale skin in new spring
illuminated by soft glowing moonlight
one young thing
makin' her way home.
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2 comments:

  1. OpaqueApril 14, 2009 at 12:37 AM

    I like the imagery here. But, I have a strong feel that there is a subtext here. I shall return to re-think again.

    Well done!!! Keep writing!!!

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  2. AmandaApril 15, 2009 at 4:51 PM

    again you are amazing!!

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