when i slip through
a stream in the
wings of time
and don’t return
leaving nary a trace
fear not for me
understand
i’m off somewhere
having an adventure
Friday, December 04, 2009
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poetry - jack sender - all of my life
1 comment:
Giving the poem a weighty interpretation, there's beauty in this little poem, and both sadness and a simple comfort for those left behind.
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